Nocturno Suburbano
Pedro Aznar
Suburban Nocturne
Early it got dark
walk faster
ashen sky blue omen
Once again, he didn't call
how beautiful was her laughter
what will he be seeing in this light
Never keep flowers in a memory book
Never turn your back on a mandarin
Never listen to mass in a church without history
Never walk barefoot in a garden
Another Sunday
drowsiness, smell of firewood
she dreams of another place
Never undress in front of distorting mirrors
Don't look sideways at a seraphim
End, will this be the end
to live like this, like sleeping?
Go, where to go
what future
here and there?
The neighborhood is still bad
a guy mows the grass
towers sprout beyond
The old lady is out of control
she hands him a weak mate
he, resigned, sucks anyway
Never gather crumbs from the carpet
Don't look at your shadow in San Fermín
Never adopt cats that roam the inns
Don't visit aunts for giving birth
Never write letters to those who don't reciprocate
Don't watch eclipses without sleeping
Never beat egg whites watching TV that cuts off
Don't lower laces on skates
Don't accept gifts from a stranger that dishonors
Don't leave a thank you unsaid
