La Tormenta

That day arrived, I can feel the drops
That day when they talk to you and you feel they are wrong
The soul is still there, but it's broken
And I don't know why it breaks if it hides when touched

I feel lonely without being so
Like the castaway who no longer looks at the sea because he doesn't expect any ship
And that doesn't mean they stop coming
But he no longer expects luck to give him anything

It will be this day, this storm
That call you were waiting for that doesn't come
And even though it doesn't come, you keep thinking about it
Because what is not said remains stored until it hits you

It will be that star that doesn't shine
Or maybe it's my head that makes me walk on tiptoes
I don't know if I'm strong or not strong
But I don't know how I endure so many days like this

Without a thousand pills, just wanting to see myself
Smiling, like when my dad tickled me
In the ribs, I told him to stop always
And now that I want them, I can't have him in front of me

And I tell my mind to invent it
But it invents September rains from September
And I don't know what's happening, but I'm still at home, broken
Although from the outside it may seem like I have everything

I feel lonely accompanied
Like the one who doesn't want to love because he has suffered from loving too much
And then what's left?, maybe a hug?, a mortgage in installments?
Maybe a friendship, if we are fake?

Everything tastes like failure and lies to me
I lost my sunglasses because I thought I wouldn't go out
And after the storm comes the calm, they said
But it hit me so hard that I still see daylight

And another psychologist, and another lost session (ah)
And again the little advice: Enjoy life, it's ending
And I know it's ending, I saw it up close (ah, yes)
Do you think when I go to a funeral I don't realize?

I went from child to adult too quickly (oh)
I went from toys to feeling like one, made of plastic
I went from homework to practicality
From having everything done for me to having to give my best

And we are not prepared for the leap (no)
Life is not a path, it's a trail between cliffs (yeah)
What will become of that friend I used to laugh so much with?
Sometimes I think of him, but I don't call (ah)

And I never do and I go for drinks (yes)
As if I wanted to sink slowly into my lake (how?)
As if the time I have left were a sentence
And this scale will always tilt towards sorrow

And I'm one who always looks at the horizon
One who leaves a light at midnight
One who is afraid and sometimes hides
One who fears the edges

I'm not a coward, I'm just a man
Who sometimes runs without knowing where
Because life seems huge to him
Death shakes him, time ages him
And the rain seduces him while breaking him