Signos de Admiración

When you come to know
What I've placed in the living room
They are exclamation marks
Don't start running, please, please

They are your letters from two thousand
They are the photos from Istanbul
Your dress and your lipstick
All on the same altar, like a god, like a god

Your work contract
And your doctoral thesis
About Charles Foster Kane
I won't see it again without crying, without crying

And I hope not to be one more crazy
I hope not to be one more crazy
Of those you've left behind

How happy I am
If I start comparing
With death and old age
All of this is so trivial, so trivial

Everything I cooked
And everything I read
And couldn't understand
I did it all for you, not for me, not for me

So much has been said about love
About marital conflict
About peace policies
I don't know how to approach the color of pain

And I hope not to be one more crazy
I hope not to be one more crazy
Of those you've left behind

And I've thought about projecting
A cultural space
Dedicated to betrayal
Could you help me, please, please

I can't accumulate
More exclamation marks
They displace me, I return to the sea
I know I have to swim and find
An island where I can forget