Worse for the Sun

May 20th, 2006

What do you gain by knowing my name?
I have a new one every night,
and following the voice of instinct
I launch out into a hunt…
I imagine, doll, that a man
-more than that: a sincere lover-
who dares to lose his respect for me.
don’t you want to try?

I gave the barman a thousand as a tip,
I drained the beer in one gulp,
Guessed right whoever named this bar
“the temple of thrill”.

Worse for the Sun that sets at seven
in a cradle of sea and snores,
while I myself
lift up the skirt of the Moon.

[Peor para el sol - Joaquín Sabina]