Jaime Molina

I remember Jaime Molina
When he was drunk he would make this condition
That if I died first he would paint a portrait of me
Or if he died first I would play him a tune

Now I prefer this condition
That he would paint my portrait and not play him a tune
His parties were famous
He wouldn't let any friend sleep

When he was drinking
He would always insult me
With affectionate phrases he knew how to say
Then he would sit on my lap
Tell me a joke and start laughing

It all started when I was very young
Jaime Molina taught me how to drink
Wherever he was, he was with me
And wherever I was, I was with him
Now it hurts me that he's gone
I'm left without Jaime and he's without Rafael