Do you remember me
I'm nothing more than the same skinny guy as always
With a growing belly
What's making me look
What a rope looks like
When in the middle He has a knot
His hair is a little shorter
And a cigarette cough
That wakes me up at night
I live in the same place
28 Martires Street
And I still have the bed
That ferments your humidity
The same mole
In the place where you already know
I go to the same bar
To see if I kill my nights
And between a new gray hair
And the desire to find you
My life is wasting away
I already tried yoga
Hare Krishna and budu
I already tried a witch
A fortune teller and a guru
But I keep getting old
The mirror tells me this every day
And you don't appear anywhere
My job is very good
They have even accepted me
As a mastercard member
And I see more of the left side
than the right in the menus
I have bought a car
I no longer travel by bus
But I miss you so much
To the point that our bed
I haven't used it again
And if I have an adventure
I roll her around on the sofa
In order not to hurt the memory
That nests between the mattress
I am the same as yesterday
Although I no longer respond as before
You would have to tell me see
When the desire no longer rises
And between talks by Borges
And by García Márquez
I'm looking for a better time
I've already tried yoga
Hare Krishna and Buddha you don't appear anywhere

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