Ayer

I ran out, looking for you blindly
and found your face in front of a paper
you offered me a shot, I couldn't say no
I never knew how to say it, no
a few hours later we continued our dialogue,
with that cruel humor that I like so much
disrespecting neither demon nor saint
disrespecting the most sacred
marked like animals (dead)
trying to overcome all the atrocities
with another atrocity, eager to annoy them
they made a hole for us in a corner of the bar
we shouting, provoking the staff
until the bouncer said it was time to close
(to the damn street)
I invited you home for breakfast
to take some shots and deliberate
if the alternative was to go to another bar
or get into bed to fool around
carresses, bites, the bed moves
to the rhythm set by the sixty-nine
you got the complete juice, I was ecstatic and exhausted
when I opened my eyes again, you were already gone
you left me a note where there were a couple of shots
your name, your phone number and a