The strange couple
Night weakens our hearts,
nights of funeral, wine and roses.
Let’s drink to love and its failures,
perhaps we’ll pick out our defeat.
The Sun cleans the streets, the memory,
it fades fierce passions.
Make up the end of every story,
since love is eternal while it lasts.
[excerpt from La extraña pareja, by Ismael Serrano]
Add comment June 6th, 2004
