Don Ramón
was a bard
of a tavern
half wise
half poet
Don Ramón
he made his accordion
sing.
/>He was the soul
of that joint
of supportive ghosts
Don Ramón
filled the heart
the bar.
But he dawn,
when the wine
forgot oblivion,
Don Ramón
played the waltz that a fatal love inspired him...
Un, two, three...
His eyes cried
every time
that everyone sang, they sang,
they sang
the chorus of their song...
And on the fourteenth of February, between sounds of a bolero, Don Ramón felt that his accordion fell silent. Embraced />to silence
in the act
he fell to the ground,
Don Ramón
melted his accordion
he died.
And they folded
the bells
by the bard
of the tavern,
Don Ramón
he left like that love
that betrayed him.
Never again
the sad joy
that that waltz
that everyone asked, asked, asked Don Ramón to play.