Súplica

And if I told you, Miguel,
that I haven't missed you,
that I didn't care you left,
that I haven't felt rage,
that I haven't felt sorrow,
that your death was just a way
for me to appreciate my life
with double the strength.

That I didn't cry at your grave,
if I told you!

That I haven't been lost,
and that I haven't suffered.
In fact, if I said,
just to give an example,
that in a way I'm glad
that you died.
That way you won't be riding shotgun with me,
or wasting my time
talking about politics,
and the bomb.

If I told you, my friend,
that I think you're kind of stupid
for dying on such a beautiful night.
That you lost your cool
when you fell on the sidewalk,
tangled up with a twisted bike,
your head smashed.

If I told you that my life
is still just as joyful.
That Pink Floyd sucks
and that the world keeps spinning,
that we're still partying,
that sorrow doesn't stop us.

If I told you,
if I shouted!
that I like the girlfriend you left behind,
that I've seen your sister
and I like her too,
and that you're a son of a bitch
for making them cry.

Tell me, Miguel,
my friend,
if I seriously said
all that I say,
would you leave your grave?

Because if that's the case, then,
I sure as hell mean it!