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I only have one photograph
To remember what our love was
You only left me creams in the bathroom
And our answering machine message

You might be surprised that I am writing to you
The day after seeing you with him
I don't want you to think badly of what I say
Let me count you only as a friend

Just a couple of months ago, I saw a girl in the park
She cried inconsolably, and when I asked: What's wrong?
He told me: It's all because of a coward
Who filled me with lies, and I have dishonored my father

Because of him, I left the man who had always loved me
I dropped out of school, I left my friends aside
Until one day my father said: Go away
He was thirty-five, I was seventeen

And don't think it's an old wives' tale
I beg you, don't look for a moral
If I tell you this, it is because I have loved you
Please pay attention to what I say

After that I continued seeing her for two or three dates
I think because it reminded me of you
We were just talking about nonsense
But I couldn't make her laugh

Why do you still carry that pain?
I asked him, and he couldn't answer me
And after snorting and swallowing saliva
He resumed the story that began that day

I'm alone and penniless, it's destroyed my life
At the moment, I'm staying at a friend's house
And lowering his tone, he said to me through gritted teeth
I can't go with my parents, while touching her belly

When I gave him the news, his expression changed
He reached into his pocket to take out a wedding ring
And angrily he showed me that snapshot
This is him with his two children, and this is his wife Melania

And don't think it's an old wives' tale
I beg you, don't look for a moral
If I tell you this, it is because I have loved you
Please pay attention to what I say

Because now comes the part that is hardest for me to tell you
Well, I know your look when you're in love
But the man with whom you were walking hand in hand yesterday
It was the same man in the photograph she showed me

It may seem like I want you to ditch that guy
But, really, all I want is for you not to suffer
My love, because I still love you
That didn't change

Postscript
He will sew lies for you, I will improvise truths
He shines only in your eyes
Mine, though now red, clear as springs

He will lie down in flight, I will always do so by your side
He will dispel your doubts with thorny velvet
And when the end of your summer comes
Anxious, feverish and leap year in Madrid
I will be the reckless September that sweeps everything away

He who embraces the last ray of August that no longer breathes
I will be your New Moon, and I want to be
I will be anyway, but we still have summer left
Where the Moon and the nights are still very short