Un AÑo Mas

Congratulations to all who finish the year
One more year
One more year inside, you're living it
I would change philosophy so the days slip away
How many new approaches pass by?
When did the Middle Ages end?
If you only own your dreams
A figure, a number in the mass
A sheet from the notebook
The calendar tears off the dates without going back
A fleeting stroke
A piece of thread from the hat
Can I start counting it from the beginning, the very first?

January, the center of winter
You never shake off all the cold, your feet frozen
The Three Wise Men come, candies on the balconies
Coal! And then the sales when you're broke

February, the one I love is nearby
A dinner at the movies, gifts from the seraphim angel
You have fewer days than the rest
29 in leap year, it's true!
The English short invented Valentine's Day

March, the sphere changes, spring
The guiry looks for our sun, they steal his wallet
And whatever they bring
The allergy despairs, waiting for you are the snot
The sneezes and watery eyes
Behind a Ray-Ban

April, the fair, excuses to get wasted
Holy Week, the clergy
Look, it's not that it happens on these holidays
To show off as interesting
That your ruin, sadly, on the 23rd died
Shakespeare and Cervantes, the same day!

May, heroic mothers
The revolution in the squares for Argentina
Spain took its bundle, shameless
I don't think it convinces me
Striking on Labor Day

June, vacations, summer, trips
separations, misfortunes
whims of time
everyone who can leaves in a hurry
except the faithful
sweat drops slide, betray them

July, with the sun, fashion shoots up
Like those glasses that cover your whole face
That are now out and hide a flaw
You go out one day looking rough and you're a callus

August, so comfortable
They tell you to go back to work and give you a scare
It was when it became Bustoc
400 thousand people that morning
Singing the songs of Bob Dylan and Carlos Santana

September, the hope of the suspense in June
You clench your fists and always recover something
When you sow, have patience, man, sprouts will come
This month we change seasons towards autumn

October, wait, sweatshirts return
The people are tasteless without end, celebrating Halloween
And they don't realize that here it's like a Monday
The pubs decorate and make money, tourists consume

November, the month of Scorpio
The year ends better, gather the tips
Because Christmas is a squeeze and you're distracted
If you're over 25, the years pass you by

December, the last month
I came into the world in this one, the 1st and the 3rd
And all of us of this sign are crazy since we were kids
Because of shouts and damn carols
It's over, it's come to an end, you won the game
But temporarily because the new one begins
And it doesn't end until you lose energy, your colors
Joys, disappointments, loves, heartbreaks
One more year.