Witchcraft song Poem by LUIS GARCÍA MONTERO

Lord companion, Lord of the night,

make his face come back
who did not want to look at me.

May his eyes look for me,
sustained and blue,
behind the bar.

Ask my name
and come slowly
to ask me for tobacco.

If you prefer to stay,
have everyone leave
and this bar be set aside
to leave us alone
with the slowest song.

If he decides to leave,
let the moon make
its light in our kiss
and let the streets know how to
leave us alone.

Comrade Lord, Lord of the night,

do not let the rooster crow
over the buildings,

let the day be delayed

and that your shadows last
the necessary time.

The time it takes to decide.