I only have a photograph
To remember what our love was
You only left me creams in the bathroom
And our answering-machine message
It's likely that it surprises you that I'm writing you
The day after seeing you with him
I don't want you to think badly about what I say
Let me tell you only as a friend
Just a couple of months ago
I saw a girl in the park
She was crying inconsolably, and when I asked what's wrong
She told me everything's because of a coward
And I've dishonored my father
Because of him I left the man
That had always loved me
I pushed my friends aside
Until one day my father said leave
He was thirty-five, I was seventeen
And don't think that it's an old wives' tale
I beg you, don't look for a moral
If I tell you this it's because I've loved you
Please pay attention to what I say
Then I kept seeing her two or three more times
I think because she reminded me of you
We only talked about silly things
But I couldn't make her laugh
Why do you still drag that pain?
I asked and she couldn't answer me
And after sighing and swallowing
She picked up the story that began that day
For now I'm staying
And lowering her voice she said through her teeth
I can't go to my parents
While she stroked her belly
The look on her face changed
She slipped her hand into her pocket
And angrily showed me that snapshot
This is him with his two kids and
This is his wife Milania
And don't think that it's an old wives' tale
I beg you, don't look for a moral
If I tell you this it's because I've loved you
Please pay attention to what I say
Because now comes the part
That's hardest for me to tell you
When you're in love, but the man
With whom yesterday you walked hand in hand
Was the same man in the photograph
It might look like I want
But really the only thing that I want
Is that you don't suffer, my love
He'll stitch lies for you
He shines only in your eyes
Mine, though now red
He'll lie down in the getaway
I'll always be by your side
He'll mislead your doubts with thorned velvet
And when his summer ends
Anxious, feverish and leap-yeared in Madrid
I'll be the reckless September
That sweeps everything away
The one that hugs the last ray
Of the August that no longer breathes
I'll be your new moon, and I want to
But we still have summer left
Where the moon and the nights