She could have been my friend, but she was just my lover.
We tangoed together twice
Tripping the light fantastic
She had a wide look in her eye
Typical of a country girl
and I was attracted to that wildness,
the simplicity of her soul,
her pert untamed breasts;
hypnotized with their most intimate promise.
She could have been my friend, but she was just my lover.
It was because of a simple misunderstanding
that I didn't try to correct,
although I didn't encourage either.
She overestimated me.
But maybe she also saw right through me,
behind the tangle I always generate,
and also the heat of a city brought us together
in some shady places,
in parks at midday,
in her spare time,
when she was not being pestered by other men.
She could have been my friend, but she was just my lover.
I really tried hard not to molest her
not too much anyway.
We never hurt each other, or at least,
That´s what I´d like to think.
Both of us like alley cats, independent and fancy-free.
Survivors of domestic tragedies
Which broadly touch us all.
I think we do, though, yes we love each other.
Even if it was only one Sunday afternoon.
Once is enough to love each other.
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English translation by Julian Colbert
