THE LOVER
I will eternally kiss your delicate hand in my dreams
And have many adventures at your side,
My partner and companion of this life that is living.
The World Cup is over and the hangover is real.
I wish I had been waving my seven green stars
Instead of having a shit and wishing I was in Glastonbury.
I will pay the rest tomorrow and then I will have wheels.
The move is near, succinct, and I still miss that letter.
Perhaps I should borrow a streamer and stream out of here,
Or erase my email messages and pretend I am not.
I wrote all these connections and drew a little map,
Like those you used to give me making sure I'd come back.
As I look into the sky, the spirit disappears leaving a scent.
It is just a good old spirit, I'll get myself another.
Perhaps I will get one in the sale, perhaps a second hand one.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo