Monte criollo

Forty painted cardboard boxes
with sticks of dream, deceit, and love.
Life is a marked deck,
God's hand shuffles the cards.
The misfortunes that ambush happiness
came into play after each illusion,
and so it was stealing my chips
the denied card of your heart.

Place your bets!
Creole mount where in your mouth
I felt your tenderness.
Place your bets!
I bet my all in a round
and after the three knocks
I came across your forgetfulness.

I lost the first invitations
stopping at lucky and true folders.
And then, seeking revenge,
your malice gave me a hundred setbacks in a row.
The sword offers me its edge,
the clubs' resentments want to avenge you.
Today I play my trap calmly
and among coins and cups, I will forget you.