Te llaman Malevo

He was born in a neighborhood with geraniums and moon
where hunger usually dodges
and since he was a kid, he put his shoulder to the wheel
and broadened his good smile with work.
The salt of time rusted his face
when a woman left him stranded
and then alone, forever alone,
he quit his job and got into trouble.

Malevo, you forgot in the bars
the longings of your mother.
Malevo, your feats grew
with the cups of gin.
For her, only for her,
you left a mark of bitter resentment.
Malevo, how sad!
you played and lost
only for her
who never returned.

Drum of heels drumming streets
so that the good girls can come in
and there the silence that chews on the cigarette
always leaving the gaze in suspense.
They say that one night, left-handed
he shredded the wait with a knife
and then alone, like a shore flower,
he let go of the fatigue and killed himself for her.