Con Elegancia

Even when they feel like Romans
- from the times of decadence -
They scratch their memories with both hands
Unable to speak more than with their silence.
And they no longer want to be loved
Because they think too little of themselves.
They're desperate,
But with elegance....
They feel the slipperiest slope
That once was, when their bodies were still light.
And they read in the eyes of the enchantresses
That fifty years is just a province.
And they burn their dying youth
Pretending it makes them laugh.
They're desperate,
But with elegance...
And they wander through the bars
Where they’re now the oldest ones
Splashing tips
To silent waiters.
And they whisper nonsense
To women who are almost stale.
They're desperate,
But with elegance...
They know the weight of their cowardice
And may never forgive themselves;
And they know how to do without day after day
What’s understood as happiness.
And even though there’s almost nothing left to dream of
They feel proud
Because their souls still dance.
They're desperate,
But with elegance.