Amores Imposibles - Ismael Serrano

Cuando caiga la tarde, lo verás salir

Arrastrando de casa el calor del hogar

Cortará alguna flor, besará a su mujer

Perseguirá la estela de un comenta fugaz

Y en la calle lo verás abrir la flor de su secreto

Y empezará a soñar

Quizá vaya al billar a mirar hombres y posturitas

Quizá invente una cita

Con un Adonis para él

Ningún hombre lo amó

A nadie reveló su pasión y los juegos

El deseo clandestino

No hubo cartas de amor

No hubo día del orgullo

No le devolverán los veranos perdidos

Y Cernuda lo ve suspirar, triste, desde el Parnaso

San Sebastián asaetado reza por tus pecados

Llora por ti, no olvida

Al que sufre en silencio

A su oveja perdida

Miran al cielo y piden un deseo:

Contigo la noche más bella

Amores imposibles

Que escriben en canciones

El trazo de una estrella

Cartas que nunca se envían

Botellas que brillan

En el mar del olvido

Nunca dejes de buscarme

La excusa más cobarde

Es culpar al destino

Cuando salga de clase, lo volverá a encontrar

En el lado salvaje, tras el humo del hash

Él, dulce calavera.

Él, corsario de barrio

Ella, dulce muñeca.

Ella, seria y formal

Él no escucha el rumor de sus alas si pasa a su lado

Pobre Blancanieves

Nuestro príncipe prefiere a la madrastra

A la mala del cuento

Él será la manzana

Donde duerme el veneno

Ella soñará un verso que él nunca escuchará

Él no trepará sus trenzas una noche de invierno

Ella soñará un viaje y no habrá despedidas

Ni canciones de amor, ni Capuleto y Montesco

Crecerán y en la espuma del tiempo

Se deshacen sus sueños

No quedará ni un recuerdo

Ni en la noche un lamento

Quizá una leve herida

Que lavará el olvido

O el agua de la clepsidra

Miran al cielo y piden un deseo:

Contigo la noche más bella

Amores imposibles

Que escriben en canciones

El trazo de una estrella

Cartas que nunca se envían

Botellas que brillan

En el mar del olvido

Nunca dejes de buscarme

La excusa más cobarde

Es culpar al destino

Caminando hacia el sur, tomando la autopista

Han abierto un garito, muy cerquita del pueblo

Donde huríes desnudas venidas de cien mundos

Celebran cada noche catorce de febrero

Y en la aldea un hombre suspira si el neón se ilumina

No tuvo Eva este Adán

No hubo asiento de atrás

Ni caricias, ni cartas perfumadas

No hubo cita en el parque

No hubo chicas de Plan

Cuando caiga la noche lo verás entrar

Como cada domingo aseado y puntual

La encontrará en la barra, como a un delfín varado

Que ha perdido su estrella, que un día expulsó el mar

Ella escucha y él, enamorado, desnuda sus miedos

Entre el ruido, benjamines de champán

Y otros delfines cobrando su rescate

A náufragos perdidos

Sueña raptar a su amante

Miran al cielo y piden un deseo:

Contigo la noche más bella…

When evening falls, you will see him leave

Dragging the heat of home from home

He will cut some flower, he will kiss his wife

He will chase the wake of a fleeting comment

And in the street you will see him open the flower of his secret

And he will start to dream

Maybe I'll go to the billiards to look at men and postures

Maybe I'll make up a date

With an Adonis for him

no man loved him

To no one did he reveal his passion for him and the games

the clandestine desire

There were no love letters

there was no pride day

They won't bring back the lost summers

And Cernuda sees him sigh sadly from Parnassus

Saint Sebastian with an arrow prays for your sins

Cry for you, don't forget

To the one who suffers in silence

To his lost sheep

They look at the sky and make a wish:

With you the most beautiful night

Impossible loves

What do they write in songs

The trace of a star

Letters that are never sent

bottles that shine

In the sea of ​​oblivion

never stop looking for me

The most cowardly excuse

It's blaming fate

When he gets out of class, he'll find it again

On the wild side, behind the hash smoke

He, sweet skull.

He, neighborhood corsair

She sweet doll.

She, serious and formal

He doesn't hear the rustle of his wings if he walks by

poor snow white

Our prince prefers the stepmother

To the bad of the story

he will be the apple

where the poison sleeps

She will dream a verse that he will never hear

He won't climb his pigtails on a winter's night

She will dream a trip and there will be no goodbyes

Neither love songs nor Capulet and Montague

They will grow and in the foam of time

Your dreams are undone

There won't be a memory

Not even a lament at night

maybe a minor injury

that will wash away oblivion

Or the water of the hourglass

They look at the sky and make a wish:

With you the most beautiful night

Impossible loves

What do they write in songs

The trace of a star

Letters that are never sent

bottles that shine

In the sea of ​​oblivion

never stop looking for me

The most cowardly excuse

It's blaming fate

Walking south, taking the highway

They have opened a joint, very close to the town

Where you huríes naked coming from a hundred worlds

They celebrate the fourteenth of February every night

And in the village a man sighs if the neon lights up

This Adam did not have Eve

there was no back seat

Neither caresses, nor perfumed letters

There was no date in the park

There were no girls from Plan

When night falls you will see him enter

Like every neat and punctual Sunday

She'll find her at the bar like a stranded dolphin

That she has lost her star, that one day the sea expelled

She listens and he, in love, undresses his fears

Between the noise, champagne benjamines

And other dolphins collecting their ransom

to lost castaways

He dreams of kidnapping his lover

They look at the sky and make a wish:

With you the most beautiful night...