Soledad

Solitude

I don't want anyone to tell me
that from your sweet life
you have already taken me away.
My heart asks for a lie
to wait for your impossible call.
I don't want anyone to imagine
how bitter and deep my eternal solitude is,
in my long night the minute grinds
the nightmare of its slow tick-tock.

In the sorrowful shadow of my room, waiting
for steps that may not return,
sometimes it seems to me that they stop their walk
without daring to enter afterwards.
But there is no one and she doesn't come,
she's a ghost created by my illusion.
And as it fades away, it leaves its vision,
ashes in my heart.

In the silver sphere of the clock,
the dying hours refuse to pass.
There is a parade of strange figures
that gaze at me with mocking eyes.
It's an endless caravan
that sinks into oblivion with its spectral grin,
with it goes your mouth that was mine,
all that remains is the anguish of my pain.