Como El Cangrejo

Another round of tequila
and your name slipping
through the skinny fingers
of this gray afternoon

Everything we didn't give each other,
the poorly rhymed caresses
come in a rush
to fade my heart

And in the tongue-twister of my loneliness
I am ambidextrous for everything
except for forgetting

And you say fear clouds the mind,
but luck never plays fair
if you don't wink at it

Chewing on dreams
I go backwards like the crab
How do loves bury themselves
that never stop breathing?

Drunk and sick
I dodge the mirrors
to not see you asleep
in every corner of this song

I go out to revel in memories
among friends and bottles
that when they fade out
hurt more than a scalpel

And that's how things are, old man:
a lot of muddy field,
too many flowers
for such a small garden...

And plucking the ashes of this love
I bribe my tongue
to not mention you anymore

And don't swear to me