Dejaré La Ciudad

I'll leave the city that distracts me from love, my boat, the port, and the voltmeter on that I carry in my pocket, the bus buzzing, and the most beautiful bird, which is the airplane, and I'll tempt the girl who's arriving now and already captivates me, I'll tell her how melancholic the wine glass is - and my arm around her neck - and she'll see that now I throw the pen and don't pick it up, and I'll make my face pale as if I were a kid and I'll say mischievously: -like a pine nut is the mouth that captivates me.