Here's another version.
The devil was standing in the wrong position on the corner in my neighborhood
there where the wind turns and [people] take short cuts
Next to him was death with a bottle in his hand
They looked at me out of the corner of their eyes and laughed softly
And I was waiting for who-knows-whom on the other side of DelOtoño Street
one night for a scarf that found me up late
through clenched teeth I heard death say, say this:
How many times must he have escaped through the cracks
and tonight it comes at no cost to me, no sweat!
We can take a lamb with us just by crossing the street
I hid behind the fog and looked to infinity
to see if that person who was never to come had arrived
The devil was standing in the wrong position on the corner in my neighborhood
And next to him was death with a bottle in his hand
And trembling like a leaf I crossed over to face them
and told them: "I think this time I've really been stood up"
I asked them for a light and from my pocket pulled out a cigarette to invite them over,
and underneath an autumn tree we stayed chattering away
They told me about their lives, their triumphs and failures,
that the world was mad and that even heaven had been bought
and I became even more afraid of human beings than of those two
And I was no longer waiting for anybody amid the laughter from the coven
death and the devil began to befriend me
there where the wind turns and [people] take short cuts
there where life toasts on the corner in my neighborhood
Last edited by bedroomeyes; 01-25-2010 at 09:25 PM.
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