Viernes 3 Am

The fever of a blue Saturday
And a Sunday without sorrows.
You dodge your heart
And shatter your head,
And in your voice, only a pale goodbye
And the clock on your wrist struck three.
The dream of a sun and a sea
And a dangerous life
Exchanging the bitter for honey
And the gray city for roses
It does you good, as much as it does harm
It makes you hate, as much as it makes you love and more.
You changed time and love
And music and ideas
You changed sex and god
Color and borders
But in itself, you will change nothing more
And a sensual abandonment will come and the end.
And you put the barrel to your temple
Clamping your teeth tightly
And you close your eyes and see
All the sea in spring
Bang, bang, bang
Dead leaves falling,
Always the same,
Those who can't take it anymore
They leave.