Hay Partida
Quique González
There's a Game
I came to drink and to write
I came to take what's mine
that's why I'm here.
The ring I must buy
an official wedding dress
and a navy blue suit.
The jockey has fallen
from the little horse
you stay here
I'll throw.
This time I won't lie to you
I need a minute with you
and a weekend without sleep.
The danger I must avoid
the sweat of defeated bodies
and then nothing else.
The jockey has fallen
from the little horse
you stay here
I'll throw.
When it doesn't break
it stays cold
you stay here
I'll throw.
Hockey players
on Cielito street
and I leave empty-handed.
There's a game
as long as one of us prevents it.
There's a game.
