Salvador Y Los Cordones

Juan Domingo Salvador lost
the will to live
when he no longer saw stars
in this blessed sky
it's very hard to see the night so empty
and the smells that emanate
from those who dwell in the darkness
without time, the gaze of empty eye sockets
there goes Domingo here and there
but the wind at seven
returns a sigh to him
imagining the night crashing in the city
open your arms
smoke away the memories
look at the wasted life
of being nobody so much
you chose to live
screw yourself if you have to fulfill
Juan Domingo Salvador
in a café in Constitución
lost a love of those loves
that are lost in a café
check it out Juan,
says a friend to him
that the nights in Buenos Aires
don't bring stars
from his house to the office
a worn leather briefcase
out of discouragement
a room with peeling paint
full of illusions
and dreams that don't come true
Salvador there he goes.