Cuando Aprieta El Frío

Traveler who returns to that northern city
Where a sweet snow soaks the reason
Where ships loaded with questions arrive
To laborious docks like my heart

Tell her about my life, the black highways
That fly through my stubborn loneliness
Those people passing by the street, carrying
My thoughts to the other side of the city

When only these verses remain of her and me
The hotels we once wanted to share
The cars parked on our memory
The roundabout of Atocha where I met her

Tell her I am standing at the end of myself
Like a customs officer with no one to fine
Like a hitchhiker under the rain
Like the menopause of a femme fatale

And tell her I miss her
When the cold tightens
When nothing is mine
When the world is sordid and alien
Don't forget
She's one of those who always give
A little more
Than they ask for everything and nothing

Tell her I miss her and I feel dry
Like a president inside the bus
Like a Kawasaki in an El Greco painting
Like a checkered dog, like a blue cat

And tell her I miss her
When the cold tightens
When nothing is mine
When the world is sordid and alien
Don't forget
She's one of those who always give
A little more
Than they ask for everything and nothing