Mariposita

A bandoneon
with its sad wheeze.
The night in the glass
of the glass and the bar
and of the time that passed...
My heart
with its drunken emotion.
And in another voice, the voice
of vulgar history,
says my vulgar pain...

Little butterfly,
little girl from my neighborhood,
I look for you downtown,
I look for you and I can't find you,
following this Calvary
with the cross of the same error.
I look for you because maybe we
we would go arm in arm...
You made a mistake with your lullaby
of throbbing silks,
and I with my din
of delirious dreams,
in a deceitful world.
Let's go back to the old days!
Give me your arm and let's go!

Neither you nor I
know which is lost.
Nor where the good, nor the evil
had an end one day
and another day began...
I drink more
because tonight you will come.
My heart sees you;
but it will be necessary to drink a lot...
but much more!...