Arjona Ricardo
If the North Were the South
You Remember Me (Letter No. 2. 20 Years Later)
You remember mm
I am nothing more than the same skinny as always
with a belly flop
that is making me look
like a rope looks
when it has a knot in the middle.
My 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 night
and between a new gray hair
and The desire to find you
my life is spent.
CHORUS:
I already tried Yoga
Hare Krishna and the budz
I already tried a witch
a fortune teller and a gurz
but I keep going Getting old
The mirror tells me every day
and you don't appear anywhere.
My job is very good
I have even been accepted
as a Master Card member
and I see more of the left side
than the right in the menzs
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 around on the couch
so as not to hurt the memory
that nests between the mattress.
I am the same as yesterday
although I no longer respond as before
you will have to see me
when we are already overcome with desire
and between Borges' talks
and Garcma Marquez
I'm looking for a better time.
CHORUS:
I already tried Yoga...