Cruz de Navajas

At five the bar of thirty-three closes
But Mario doesn't leave until six
And if he also has to do the cash register, say goodbye
It's almost always daylight
While Maria is already up
She has cleaned the house, even made coffee
And waits for him half naked

Mario arrives tired and greets, not in a hurry
He wants bed but a different kind
And Maria wets her gray hair in the coffee
Muffins of convex sex
Then to work
In a big store
When he returns, there's only a bed
Tacet that they use in turns

Cross of knives for a woman
Deadly glimmers emerge at dawn
Bloods that dye the dawn mauve

But today, as there was a raid at thirty-three
Mario returns at ten to five
On his empty street in the distance, only seen
A couple kissing each other
Poor Mario wants to die
When he approaches to discover
That it's Maria with company

Cross of knives for a woman
Deadly glimmers emerge at dawn
Bloods that dye the dawn mauve

On Mario face down, three crosses
One on the forehead, the one that hurt the most
Another on the chest, the one that killed him
And another lies on the news
Two drug addicts in full anxiety
Rob and kill Mario Postigo
While his wife witnesses from the doorway

Instead of a cross of knives for a woman
Deadly glimmers emerge at dawn
Bloods that dye the dawn mauve