I spend nights talking about you, this is my unusual monologue today. I hang up and start to wonder, if your Quilmes will play in the afterlife. I turn it on in front of the river De La Plata without doubt
(with more desire to believe than to think),
because your dreams like the wind
they return from your city
to give to what I feel
somewhere in your eternity.
The stars went out in the South:
You went up and only
your light shines.So beautiful, like Janis
and her blues,
Today I don't have you
and alone, I carry my cross.
These stories
never have an end
and even more so if in this topic
I talk about myself .
Memories
warm my interior
and even more so if in this topic
I talk about you.
A thousand songs
and one more I'm going to
write.
And in a thousand silences
only one name
I will hear.
A Captain at the station
to go up:
To your space
on some train
I'm going to go.