Paseo de Julio

July stroll, your old market
Remembering other times that I didn't forget.
Clothes were scattered on your sidewalk
And in your shops they put honey.

July stroll, first greeting
From the cheerful strangers passing by.
Rough bodies like steel
Looking for lands to work.

And in those cafes, hidden in shadows,
A good boy dreamed who truly wanted.
And to the sound of violins, he rhymed his verses there,
Drinking constantly the sips of his misfortune.

I remember one night very pale he said:
I don't know what's in my chest, my heart is failing.
And that same night the girlfriend he had
In one stroke had shattered her happiness, her illusion.

July stroll, your old market
Remembering other times that I forgot.
Clothes were scattered on your sidewalk
And in your shops they put honey.

July stroll, first greeting
From the cheerful strangers passing by.
Rough bodies like steel
Looking for lands to work.

Your arches like a bridge weighing down with age,
Your colorful lights, eased my anxiety.
And as I passed in front of that café, the boy
Crossed my path and I wanted to ask.

I saw at the same table he always occupied
A sailor friend, who stared at me fixedly.
And when the beer wet his lips
He said: I was a witness, the poor man died of love.