El Cafe de Nicanor

The night that Guillermina
Not content with parental authority
And the attic on Concha Espina
She wanted the Volvo as her own
Thrown in a ditch
I woke up
Two leagues from the Cafe
With a suitcase on my shoulder
Full of rubble
And a roll of yesterday's bread

We've missed you
The good bartender who served me said
Long glass with lemon
The same glass of rum
That, on Monday it will be a year
I left on the counter
After paying for two rounds
(Three, counting the bathroom one)
I recovered
Between the countess and Julio
My seat as a conversationalist
My founder's card
From the roundest table
At Nicanor's Cafe

There were Gámez the astronaut
Gastón the flutist, Mari the boobs
The novice poet with his wife
Poor don Agapito
And a toothless little camel
Countryman of a distant cousin
Of Ana Belén

Associated in society
With such partners
You can imagine
That love goes wrong
Health is so-so
And business is not going well

The foam of sadness
Twilight
The rust of days
Utopias with ice
The blue gibberish
Of the sky according to St. John
A sock with tomato
And the latest nonsense
From Nicanor
Who when asked
If he had ever been in love
As he is an honest man
No sir, he replied
I was always a waiter

There were Gámez the astronaut
Gastón the flutist, Mari the boobs
The novice poet with his wife
Poor don Agapito
And a toothless little camel
Nephew of a distant cousin
Of some Asturian relative
Of Víctor Manuel

Associated in society
With such partners
You can imagine
That love goes wrong
Health, better not to talk about
And business is not going well