Jovenes y Hermosos

The rain suspended in the neon lights
scratches my lungs and the metallic red
varnish of the car that sees you leave
the Callao metro, wrapped in a cloud
of ashes and Tresor,
tired like the smoke from my mouth,
like the day you said goodbye.

Blonde, what are you doing here?
This is far from your neighborhood.
And the sweet scalpel
of memory, the old touch
of your cheek, cut me.

Have a drink with me
before the sidewalks burn,
before spring ends and tell me
what you did in this time,
tell me you're okay.
Let's go in here, did you get married?
Don't tell me...
Boss, a couple of beers.
Confess that you looked for me
among the rubble,
in the ruins of the soul.

Tell me you still remember
the back seat of the car,
the onlookers in the park,
grass on my pants
and the certainty of feeling.

You always looked south,
young and beautiful.
You said that beyond the highway
you were waiting for me to escape.
We looked south, I didn't go far
for not finding on the other side
the certainties I lost.
And this clarity.

I continue with my struggle and my songs
and to die young I am already old
-it was never my desire-.
That life was serious
a poet warned you,
and like me, you did well,
you didn't listen either.
That's why I followed you to the precipice,
and caressed the lights of your stamen.
You left me the war,
and the bunches of nettles.
You left with my breath,
with my Sabina records
and the key to the future.

The rust of the years respects you.
Another beer. What do you mean you're leaving?
With the usual rush, blonde.
You're still the same.
Well, you're right,
something has changed.
The clock wore us out.
You changed your hair color,
I lie worse every day.
I'll walk you to the metro.
No, woman, it's not a bother,
and if you need reinforcements:
my phone number in your agenda
and the certainty of feeling.

You always looked south,
young and beautiful.
You said that beyond the highway
you were waiting for me to escape.
We looked south, I didn't go far
for not finding on the other side
the certainties I lost.
And this clarity.

And this clarity...