Que Karma

What Karma

Between the walls
Dead words play at mocking us
Of nostalgia

From your mouth
Little lies so delicious
So sinful

Susana always in bed
Her ghosts don't let her sleep
It's been 20 years since she let her husband go

Thirty-two years of marriage
And five ignoring shares José
One day, fed up, he took the car
And went to hell

And nanana nanana
Nanana nanana na na
Naranananana nanananana
Of death and coincidence

A tire got punctured
A bell rang in Chascomús
José sneezed
And Susana opened the door in her nightgown

Excuse me, ma'am, the tire got punctured
Maybe you have a phone
Yes, come in, please help yourself
I'll make you some coffee
My name is Susana
And I'm José
And nanana nanana
Nanana nanana na na
Naranananana nanananana
Of death and coincidence

They thought they understood each other in small talk
Two such different solitudes
Between the walls

And down the stairs
Like teenagers
Stumbling
Undressing
They went

And so it happened, the painting covered the bed
Also, the cross was removed
José took off his sock
And they fell in love

And so it was, so much passion
The nail in the wall loosened
And the deceased's painting fell
And landed on José's head
And killed him

Oh Susana and her ghosts
Oh Susana, what karma