Aves de Paso
Joaquín Sabina
Passing Birds
To the dangerous bottle blondes
Who in the reliquary of their cleavages
Perfumed my youth
To the miracle of stolen kisses
That in the dictionary of my sins
Preserved their blue petal
To the shameless mature nanny
Who in the map of her waist
Wised up the child I was
To the lily of the hairdressers
That the spring train brought me
And the winter train snatched away
To the one-day flowers
That didn't last
That didn't hurt
That kissed you
That got lost
Ladies of the night
Who in the back seat of a car
Didn't ask
If you wanted them
Passing birds
Like handkerchiefs heal failures
To the mysterious widow in mourning
Who sweated with me for a minute
Three floors in an elevator
To the fearless Argentinean cholula
Who tattooed me worse for the sun
In the heart with Chinese ink
To the fickle brides of nobody
Who collected gray hairs in the air
Mockery of the night of Saint John
To the queen of the port bars
Who one night after a concert
Opened her warehouse of salty kisses to me
To Justine, Marilyn, Jimena
To Mata Hari, Magdalena
To Fatima and Salome
To the olive-green eyes
That stole the moonlight
From a honeymoon hotel room, sweet hotel
To the one-day flowers
That didn't last
That didn't hurt
That kissed you
That got lost
Ladies of the night
Who in the back seat of a car
Didn't ask
If you wanted them
Passing birds
Like handkerchiefs heal failures
