Cafetín de Buenos Aires

As a child I watched you from the outside
Like those things that are never achieved
The nose against the glass
In a cold blue
That was only later, living
Same as mine
As a school of all things
As a kid you gave me amazement
The cigarette
Faith in my dreams
And a hope of love

How to forget you in this complaint
Cafeteria in Buenos Aires
If you are the only one in life
That looked like my old lady
In your miraculous mix
Of know-it-alls and suicides
I learned philosophy... Dice... Timba
And the cruel poetry
Not to think about myself anymore

You gave me a handful of friends in gold
They are the same ones that encourage my hours
Jose, the one with the chimera
Marcial, who still believes and hopes
And skinny Abel who left us
But still he guides me
On your tables that never ask
I cried one afternoon at the first disappointment
I got used to the sorrows
I drank my years
And I gave myself up without a fight

In your miraculous mix
Of know-it-alls and suicides
I learned philosophy, dice, gambling
And the cruel poetry
Not to think about myself anymore