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San Juan and ancient Boedo, and the whole sky
Pompeii and beyond the flood
Your bridal hair in memory
And your name blooming in the goodbye
The blacksmith's corner, mud and pampa
Your house, your sidewalk and the ditch
And a scent of weeds and alfalfa
That fills my heart again

South
Wall and then
South
A warehouse light
You will never see me again as you saw me
Leaning against the window
And waiting for you

I will never shine with the stars again
Our march without complaints
In the nights of Pompeii
The streets and the suburban moons
And my love in your window
Everything is dead, I know it

San Juan and ancient Boedo, lost heaven
Pompeii and arriving at the embankment
Your twenty years trembling with affection
Under the kiss that I stole from you then
Nostalgia for things that have passed
Sand that life took away
Grief of neighborhoods that have changed
And bitterness of the dream that died