Amores Imposibles

When the evening falls, you will see him leave
Dragging the warmth of home from the house
He will cut some flowers, kiss his wife
He will chase the trail of a shooting star
And on the street you will see him reveal the flower of his secret
And he will start to dream
Maybe he'll go to the pool hall to watch men and poses
Maybe he'll invent a date
With an Adonis for himself

No man loved him
He revealed his passion and games to no one
The clandestine desire
There were no love letters
There was no pride day
The lost summers will not be returned to him
And Cernuda sees him sigh, sad, from Parnassus
Saint Sebastian pierced by arrows prays for your sins
He cries for you, he doesn't forget
The one who suffers in silence
His lost sheep

They look at the sky and make a wish
With you, the most beautiful night
Impossible loves
That write in songs
The stroke of a star
Letters that are never sent
Bottles that shine
In the sea of oblivion
Never stop looking for me
The most cowardly excuse
Is to blame fate
Is to blame fate

When he leaves class, he will meet him again
On the wild side, behind the hash smoke
He, sweet skull, he, neighborhood corsair
She, sweet doll, she, serious and formal
He doesn't hear the rustle of her wings if she passes by his side
Poor Snow White
Our prince prefers the stepmother
The villain of the story
He will be the apple
Where the poison sleeps

She will dream a verse he will never hear
He won't climb her braids on a winter night
She will dream of a journey and there will be no goodbyes
No love songs, no Capulet and Montague
They will grow and in the foam of time
Their dreams will dissolve
Not a single memory will remain
Nor a lament in the night
Maybe a slight wound
That will be washed away by oblivion
Or the water of the hourglass

They look at the sky and make a wish
With you, the most beautiful night
Impossible loves
That write in songs
The stroke of a star
Letters that are never sent
Bottles that shine
In the sea of oblivion
Never stop looking for me
The most cowardly excuse
Is to blame fate
Is to blame fate

Walking south, taking the highway
They have opened a bar, very close to the village
Where naked houris from a hundred worlds
Celebrate every night on February fourteenth
And in the village a man sighs if the neon lights up
Eve didn't have this Adam
There was no back seat
No caresses, no scented letters
There was no date in the park
There were no Plan girls

When night falls, you will see him enter
Like every Sunday, neat and punctual
He will find her at the bar, like a stranded dolphin
Who has lost her star, which the sea once expelled
She listens and he, in love, exposes his fears
Amidst the noise, champagne bottles
And other dolphins collecting their ransom
For lost castaways
He dreams of kidnapping his lover

They look at the sky and make a wish
With you, the most beautiful night
Impossible loves
That write in songs
The stroke of a star
Letters that are never sent
Bottles that shine
In the sea of oblivion
Never stop looking for me
The most cowardly excuse
Is to blame fate
Is to blame fate