Muchacho

Boy
That because luck wanted it.
You live on a first floor
Of a central mansion,
That for vices and pleasures,
For parties and women
You have a capital.

Boy
Who doesn't know the charm
Of having shed tears
On a woman's chest,
Who doesn't know what it's like
To dry up in a gambling den and get ready
To go back in.

You say that a loud tango
Doesn't make you lose your calm,
And that your soul doesn't cry
When a bandoneon moans;
That if you have feelings
You have them numbed
Because you have achieved everything
By paying like a guy.

Tell me
If in your rascal life
Under the moonlight
Or if not under a streetlight,
Have you ever felt like a poet
And told a girl
That she was more beautiful than the sun.

Tell me
If you know the harmony,
The sweet polychromy
Of the afternoons in the suburb,
When the factory workers
Tempting and cheeky
Under the sonorous percale.