I was going in the morning
when the sun was at its highest
and you felt the direct blow
in the face,
the few trees that were
just made shadow
for some ants

The long uninhabited streets
as usual, pleasant
a few souls in the bus stop,
sometimes i was the only one in that place and just go up without anyone else.

I arrived and greeted the rest, then simply go to check in

Throughout the day, people
unbearable and clumsy
exhausted your life...

The bosses looked like people
who loved money,
you noticed it when they were counting the
bills on the desk,
that smiles that they carefully concealed,
that was.
I didn't do it, i didn't like money, maybe I hated it but i needed it,
damn i seriously needed it,
i was tied to that for a few
bucks

The sun was setting,
many cars were stuck
through traffic, men shouting at each other
from holding the steering wheel,
a couple of men fighting and people maybe betting.

Hour later,
A girl arrived next to another
adult person, maybe her mother

They walked through the store,
She smiled with her mother or whatever,
i looked at her through the shelves and no one noticed,
she took steps
I hid

At the exit she took a turn
and he gave me a look,
that kind of look that you don't know
precisely what it means,
that kind of look that catch you,
make you clumsy and weak,
then she left and
i didn't move from there.


There were two hours left to get out of that
place, i had to take the garbage a couple of blocks down and return through those same streets with homeless people sleeping on sidewalks.

It was one hour before midnight
I came home with more than just hunger,
walking through other streets,
without people, with fatigue
with little time to sleep and
with the memory of her gaze.


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Versión en español

Iba en la mañana
cuando el sol estaba en lo más alto
y sentías el golpe directo
en la cara,
los pocos árboles que habían
tan solo hacían sombra
para unas hormigas

Las largas calles inahbitadas
de costumbre, eso me agradaba
unas cuantas almas en el paradero
de buses grises
a veces yo era el unico en ese lugar
y solo subía sin más.

Llegaba y saludaba al resto, luego
simplemente pasaba a registrarme

En todo el día, personas
insoportables y torpes
agotaban tu vida...

Los jefes parecían personas
que amaban al dinero,
lo notabas a la hora de contar los
billetes sobre el escritorio
esa sonrisa en los labios que cuidadosamente disimulaban, eso era.

yo no lo hacia, no me gustaba el dinero, talvez lo odiaba pero lo necesitaba,
joder enserio que lo necesitaba
estaba atado a esa tolerancia por unos
cuantos billetes.

Se ocultaba el sol,
muchos autos estaban atascados
por el tráfico, hombres gritandose
desde sujetando el volante
un par de hombres
peleando y gente talvez apostando.

Hora después,
Llegó una muchacha junto a otra
persona adulta, talvez su madre

paseaban por la tienda,
ella sonreía con su madre o lo que sea,
yo la observaba a través de los estantes y
nadie lo notaba,
ella daba pasos,
yo disimulaba

a la salida dio un giro
y me dedico una mirada,
ese tipo de mirada que no sabes
precisamente que significa,
ese tipo de miradas que atrapan,
te hacen torpe y débil,
Luego ella se fue,
Y yo no me movi.

Faltaban tres horas para salir de ese
lugar, debía llevar la basura un par de cuadras abajo y volver por esas calles
con indigentes durmiendo en veredas.

Faltaba una hora para medianoche
volvía a casa con algo más que hambre,
volvía por otras calles,
sin personas, con cansancio
con poco tiempo para dormir y
con el recuerdo de su mirada.

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