Ay! Rocío

Oh! Rocío, caviar from Riofrío
Alone among the crowd
Turtle dove in heat
Like a grain of anise
A weekend in Paris
A thaw

A few extra ducats
What a disaster of Adams and Eves
Or maybe a song
If you knew that I
Pay attention to you from time to time

How many nights at dawn
I shuffle my bald spot
That threatens beneath the hair
How many afternoons asleep
I forget the flower from the underground

And then I resurrect
Like a wild little mouse
So bohemian, so countryman
So rascal, so urban
So ordinary, so stone-kicker

Every month you get older
Skipping steps
Two by two, three by three
Five by four
Like a stubborn sway
From the train to the theater's curb

I watch you grow
With drool wetting doorways
And I'm left with nothing
With so little fabric to cut you off
Damn Don Juans

I suffer your adolescence
Like an insolence
That enjoys driving me crazy
Don't be a bitch
If you checkmate me
I castle

Or I come singing
And counting
Rhyming lies
Sweet little peach
Blessing, Aphrodite
Crown of thorns and roses

Don't tell me your life
It's not for sale
You said in an email
Parricide
You're too old now, you added
Enough of goodbyes

And instead of crying
Since I had a staff paper at hand
I started this song
If I finish it, I'll go to bed