A Golpes Contra El Calendario

Of so many messes I get into,
yours has been so complete.
But now I seek the best way,
for you to forget me and for me to forget myself.
I no longer fit, don't deceive yourself, in your script.

Don't stop yet, the applause continues,
if the world stops for just a moment in my hands
it will never stop again.
I don't want to keep rehearsing in my room
to play a role that the years denied me
time has not forgiven.

And I have behaved, like an almost finished actor
I know that when I step off the stage
I will break my hands for you
beating against the set
beating against the calendar
like a damn failure, beating against...

Of all the messes I remember
yours, I insist, was total.
While it lasted, I knew again
what it means to be masterful
but this has been the final act.

Don't let your life pass waiting
for the curtain to rise and be shining with you
I can't show you mine.
You shouldn't cry because you arrived and I'm done.
My beloved student, you see, class is over
I won't continue performing.

For I have behaved
like an almost finished actor
in his last imaginary act
in the theater of your lips
beating against the calendar
like a novice in love, beating against