Cafetin De Buenos Aires

As a kid, I watched you from outside
like those things that never left
the nose against the glass
in a cold blue
that only later came to life
just like mine.
like a school of all things
already as a boy you gave me in amazement
the cigarette
faith in my dreams
and a hope of love.

How to forget you in this complaint
cafe of Buenos Aires
if you are the only thing in life
that resembled my old lady.
in your miraculous mix
of wise men and suicides
I learned philosophy, dice, gambling
and the cruel poetry
of not thinking about myself anymore.

You gave me a handful of friends in gold
who are the same ones who encourage my days
Jose the one with chimera
Marciel, who still believes and waits
and the skinny Abel - who left us -
but still guides me.
on your tables that never ask
I cried one afternoon the first disappointment
I was born barely, I drank my years
and I surrendered without fighting.