Un Gusto Amargo

When I was singing a bolero
under her window because of the vibration of my voice
my dental prosthesis loosened
and like an arrow leaving my mouth
unable to prevent it
it made a strange parabola in the air
and I never saw it again.

Now without my teeth and standing in front of you
I tried to disguise it and kept singing
and everything came out wrong through the hole in my mouth.

Desperate, I searched along the sidewalk
and finally found it on one of those
clumps left by passing dogs
and although I saved my dignity and she will never know
because with one swift move I could adjust it.

Although I saved my dignity here in my mouth
a bitter taste will remain.