My GF was/is about to dump me.
Maybe.
I think she's changing her mind :)
Here is a quick and rough translation:
Our relationship lasted
as long as two pieces of ice last
in a whiskey on the rocks.
Instead of faking it,
or smashing a glass of jealousy,
she started to laugh.
I suddenly found myself
like nobody's dog,
barking at heaven's gate.
She left me a dresser full of grievances,
the taste of honey on my lips,
and frost in my hair.
And they were right;
my lovers,
who said that, before,
I was the bad guy.
With one exception:
this time
I really wanted to love her
and she did not.
And so she parted,
and left my heart
in my bones
and me on my knees.
From the taxi,
and shrugging her shoulders,
she blew me two kisses...
one per cheek.
And I returned
to the curse
of a dresser without her clothes,
to perdition
in bars and drink,
to the Cinderellas
of the street corners
and cafes in Laina
picking up tabs
for soulless people
that loose their temper
in cocaine.
Going mad,
wasting
money and life
And finally, little by little
gave her up for lost.
And I kept,
trying not to drown
Maria with flowers,
to not stalk her
with my long stories
of cold bedsheets,
and empty rooms
to try not to buy her back
with trinkets
or become the puppet
that goes in pilgrimage
with the brotherhood
of Saint Reproach,
I loved her so much,
that to forget her
it took me
nineteen days
and five hundred nights.
The poem continues, it's rather long.
The rest, you'll have to find on your own :)
http://letras.terra.com.br/joaquin-sabina/34773/:hi: