Flípalo

She put on the blue dress and said to me: 'Goodbye, idiot'.
Suddenly, I felt like a piece of shit floating.
I couldn't even think, I was losing it.
The bottle, where is it? Not even a drop left.

I felt ashamed of being naked, like Adam and Eve
but now Adam was alone. Adam, you're taking it so badly!

She, in control of herself, free as a seagull.
And me, on the other hand, there lying down, about to puke.

I took fourteen valiums and dreamt of my defeat:
naked on my grave, she danced the jota.

I felt like the most vulgar human carrion
self-aware
crawling on the floor, making paper airplanes
and even watching the Carmen Sevilla show.

She never came back, her memory still haunts me,
the phone doesn't ring, hope is already shattered.

I still have dreams, my body stiffens,
I remember it clearly: Oh my God, how she trots!

Start over, boy,
you need your manly vein again.
If you can't fix it, at least flip out.