Joaquin Sabina
Miscellaneous
Donde Habita El Olvido
When he woke up,
he didn't remember anything
from the previous night,
too many beers,
she said, seeing my head,
next to hers, on the pillow...
and I kissed her again,
but it wasn't yesterday,
but tomorrow.
And an insolent sun,
like a thief, entered through the window.
The day it arrived
I had mauve circles under my eyes
and mud on the heel,
naked, but strange,
he saw us, the deception broken
of the night, the raw light of dawn.
It was time to flee
and he left, without saying:
call me and day.
From the balcony, I saw her
get lost, in the bustle
of the Gran Vía.
And life continued,
as things continue that don't
br/>they make a lot of sense,
a mutual friend once told me,
that he saw her
where oblivion lives.
The pupil filed
a semá red forum,
a backpack, a peugeot
and those eyes
myopic
and the blood galloping
through my veins
and a cloud of sand
br/>inside the heart
and this streak of love
without appetite.
The kisses I lost,
for not knowing how to say:
you I need.
And life went on,
as things continue that don't
make much sense,
once a mutual friend told me, who saw her
br/>where oblivion lives.