Monday, June 8, 2009

NOSTALGIA DE FUMAROLA

Recuerdo el sabor del humo en mi boca
el ardor sabroso en mis pulmones
la mano bailaba flamenco
con el cigarrillo entre los dedos

I remember the words floating on smoke
how I felt important, never alone
the hand holding a trophy
between its fingers

ni humarada queda en el adiós
de los vicios de antaño

only the empty hand knows
what holds you to the past


por JVP

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