We dance on a sinking ship.
The passage of one last bolero.
In this same place where a few months ago there was laughter.
So many caresses.
But today we dance on a ship that no longer gives any more.
We know that we will not see tomorrow.
No matter how much we try to keep it afloat
From bucket to bucket.
It couldn't be done.
The water now reaches our waists.
To stay one more minute would be madness.
Frozen feet, chest pressed against yours,
it's so hard.
After having survived a thousand storms
and opening with the best of champagnes.
The illusion was in a hurry.
We do not sign lifeguards.
That is for others, not us, no.
And now the water reaches our shoulders.
And floating are all the rubble of our love.
Against everything, we continue dancing.
We continue dancing.
Dancing.
Dancing.
There are no words that are not said.
We said everything, we said too much.
There are no innocents among us.
There were no sailors, just too many captains.
You don't let go and neither do I.
And who would say.
This is crazy.
And now the water is up to our necks.
The salty taste is not from the sea,
but from tears.
Frozen feet, chest pressed against yours.
It's so absurd.
But today we dance on a sinking ship.
It sinks.

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