No Soy

I'm not the singer-songwriter
Who came to order your life
Nor the handsome guy at the bar
That the dancers love

I'm not the one who tattoos
Your name on the side
Nor the owner nor the guardian
Of your forgetfulness or your sins

I'm not the one who one day
Will help you assemble Ikea furniture
I'm not the customs officer
Who checks you at each of your borders

I'm not your inspiration
I'm not your jailer
I'm not a tough guy
I'm just the one who loved you
As best as he could

I'm not the blue star who paints her nails black
Nor the one who always waits at every metro stop
I'm not the one who will always light your cigarettes
Nor with whom to share crossword puzzles on Sundays

I'm not the co-pilot
Who will chat with you on each of your trips
I'm not your medicine
Nor the one who will change all your bandages

I'm not your salvation
I'm not your torment
Not the toughest winter

I'm not the loser
Who cries in front of the mirror
Nor the purest heart

I'm just, I'm just
I'm just the one who loved you
As best as he could, as best as he could