El Diario No Hablava de Ti

Today the newspaper says a woman I knew has died
that Atleti lost in their field
and it has dawned snowing in Paris

They caught a cocaine stash
that Pisces and Aquarius are up next
the vinegar and bile
that the European Parliament approved
a law in favor of abolishing desire
that the anti-AIDS vaccine failed
that a coup d'état has succeeded
on the moon and stuff like that.

But today the press said nothing
about this dirty passion
about this brown Monday,
about the obscene taste of a cuba libre
of rum from your skin
Of the smell of cheap cologne at dawn

Today, love, as always
the diary didn't speak of you, nor of me

Today the radio said they found dead
the child I used to be
that they paid a fortune
for a fake Dalí watercolor

That the stock market crashed in the sky
that the prostitutes in Moscow
are still on a sex strike
That the tide rose and tomorrow they will execute
Jesus of Judea.
That the ozone hole grew
that today's man is the father of the monkey
of the year three thousand

But today the program said nothing
about this sea eclipse
about this leap of faith
about your voice trembling on the answering machine tape
about the stains left by forgetfulness
through the mattress

Today, love, as always
the diary didn't speak of you, nor of me
Today, love, as always
the diary didn't speak of you, nor of me
Today, love, as always
the diary didn't speak of you, nor of me