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I only have a photograph,
To remember what our love was
You only left me creams in the bathroom and
Our answering machine message
It's probably surprising that I write to you,
The day after seeing you with him
I don't want you to think badly of what I say
Let me tell you just as a friend

Just a couple of months ago I saw in the
Park a girl, crying inconsolably and
When I asked what's wrong. She told me everything is
Because of a coward who filled me with
Lies and dishonored my father
Because of him I left the man who had always
Loved me, I dropped out of school, I pushed
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 tale
I beg you don't look for a moral
If I tell you this is because I have loved you
Please pay attention to what I say
Then I kept seeing her two or three times
I think because she reminded me of you
We only talked about nonsense
But I couldn't make her laugh
Why do you still carry that sorrow?
I asked her and she couldn't answer me
And after sighing and swallowing saliva
She resumed the story that started that day
I'm alone and broke he has destroyed
My life, for now I'm staying
At a friend's house and lowering her
Tone she said under her breath I can't leave
With my parents while touching her belly
When I gave her the news her face changed
She put her hand in her pocket to take out
A ring and angrily showed me that
Snapshot. This is him with his two kids and
This is his wife Melania.
And don't think it's an old tale
I beg you don't look for a moral
If I tell you this 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, because I know your look
When you're in love but the man you were
Walking hand in hand with yesterday is the same
Man from the photograph she showed me
It may seem like I want you to leave
That guy but in reality all I
Want is for you not to suffer my love because
I still love you, that hasn't changed.

Postscript, he will sew lies to you,
I will improvise truths.
He shines only in your eyes, mine
Although now red, clear as springs
He will lie down in flight, I will always
Be by your side.
He will confuse your doubts with thorny velvet
And when the end of his summer comes
Anxious, feverish and leap year from Madrid
I will be the imprudent September that
Sweeps everything, the one 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 in any case but we still
Have summer to see, where the moon and the
Nights are still very short.