Mientras Haya Luces De Bar

Pouring the tenth beer
a guy was walking without a home or age.
Rubbing his eyes to see further,
even if there's nothing left to look at.
Chats and gestures that bite their tail.
The limping man who surely sleeps outside again.
Hot staples with a taste of defeat,
and the rogue dream of not going home.
She came in as if from nowhere.
There was a mass of silence in the bar.
The world didn't matter a damn to the uncle
and with the bottle on his shoulder, he invited himself to sit,
in the next bar.
As long as there are lights in the next bar.
There are women's eyes that punish hard
and she knows it as well as he does.
Their mouths spoke without saying anything,
a toothless waiter threw them out at dawn.
He says life is a damn joke.
She cries whenever a blues plays.
They crossed the city without knowing their names.
Cold hands, burning.
And she came in as if from nowhere.
Elegant like an old ship.
And the guy couldn't care less about the world
as long as there are lights in the next bar.