Gustavo Naveira and Giselle Anne at Crypt 2

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Trasnochando, como todo calavera que no ve lo que le espera, que no sabe donde va, rechazaba tus consejos, buen amigo, casi fuimos enemigos por decirme la verdad. Siempre fueron mis mejores compañeros los muchachos milongueros jugadores y algo más. Y con ellos noche a noche derrochaba, entre copas, baile y farra, esta vida que se va. Trasnochando conocí la mujer que vos sabés, no quisiera repetir lo que anoche te conté. Todo, todo lo perdí, sólo de ella conservé esa foto que está allí y que ya no quiero ver. Vos que todo lo sabés, mañana si es que venís, esa foto la guardás, la tirás o la rompés, para mí lo mismo da, vos hacé lo que querés, no la quiero más mirar, ni pensar como ella fue. Siempre llegan, en mis noches de desvelo, tus palabras de consuelo a aliviar mi soledad. Ya no puedo reaccionar, estoy vencido, sólo así busco el olvido en mi eterno trasnochar. Es inútil dar la vuelta en el camino, tendré que seguir el sino de mi vida que se va. Pero hermano, yo te estoy agradecido, ya lo ves, mi buen amigo, no hay remedio pa'mi mal.

English

Late night, like every skull who doesn't see what awaits him, who doesn't know where he's going, I rejected your advice, good friend, we were almost enemies for telling me the truth. You were always my best companions the milonguero boys players and something more. And with them night after night I was wasted, between drinks, dancing and partying, this life that is going away. Late at night I met the woman you know, I wouldn't want to repeat what I told you last night. Everything, everything I lost, only of her I kept that photo that is there that I don't want to see anymore. You who know everything, tomorrow if you come, keep that photo, throw it away or tear it up, it's all the same to me, you do what you want, I don't want to look at her anymore, I don't want to look at her anymore, I don't want to think of her as she was. They always come, in my sleepless nights, your words of comfort to ease my loneliness. I can no longer react, I am defeated, only in this way do I seek oblivion in my eternal sleeplessness. It's useless to turn back on the road, I'll have to follow the fate of my departing life. But brother, I am grateful to you, you see, my good friend, there is no remedy for my illness.