Septiembre

He has his eyes on her hips
While she's only in underwear
Dancing in the backlight of the blinds
That bathe her, making her a Sun suit

He thought he saw an angel
She never felt so free
He memorizes every detail
She notices and smiles at him

And even though on the radio
Highway to Hell is playing
They only hear
Tom Waits' chords

The Moon is ready watching the hours go by
While they ignore
The world falling apart around them
The city light announces the morning
But in that bed
Time and clock don't exist

Their hands get confused
While the shadows merge
The windows fog up
They desire and play
They smell each other with no memory
So much so that they seem like animals

It's very different during the week
She teaches at the university
Both repressing their desires
As if he were just another student

While she writes on the blackboard
He can't concentrate
She moves her hair from her back
And math burns him

And in the hallways
They don't even look at each other as they pass
She's afraid
Afraid of what they'll say

He can't take it anymore with this forbidden love
He feels like a fugitive
With a Harrison Ford complex
And she, who doesn't see herself in skirts and crazy things
Tells him to wait a bit
To see where the Sun rises

He says my love, I can't contain what I feel
But she, scared, doesn't respond
He looks at her and doesn't know how to interpret her silence
Something simply breaks

There are only two weeks left until summer arrives
But in their two hearts, it seems like it has already begun
But where there was fire, there are always some ashes
And every morning she erases a chalk heart

And after that summer, September has already begun
And again in the hallways, although not with as much fever
They don't look at each other, don't touch, she because she's in a hurry
And the other because he has found a new love