where you go on the promenade
diva of a ruined casino
where you go in a daydream
of someone who sets a thousand and one beds
you leave in the air as you pass
the scent of melodramas
you are the one who undresses
without the slightest knowledge, the one
who is used without shaking
without having to pretend, pretend tenderness
you leave it in the air as you pass
the scent of melodramas
look at a Pharisee hanging around the corner
looking for you
he looks like a cloaked Christ
with an uncertain step
and the dull look of someone who knows the desert
is a nocturnal hummingbird
just wants to cry in your lap
don't be sorry
don't envy his life
he comes from the right side
where there are flowers and weddings
but how much imperfect love
there is in these perfect moments