El Ultimo Vaso de Vino

He drank wine all night long
while thinking about her
about the way she loved
about her way of walking
about the way she told him
many things...
things that were not true.
When he got home
she had left again
she returned at three in the morning
too beautiful for him
he took the .22 from the closet
and she screamed in the boarding house.
He drank another glass of wine
the .22 went off
The room turned red
And she watched without speaking
still looking beautiful, very beautiful
but now nothing matters.
He sat down swaying
and wouldn't stop bleeding
as if wanting to forgive her
he kissed one of her feet
poured his glass with wine slowly
And drank for the last time
for the last time
for the last time