Faltarán

Friends will be missing in the house
Food will be missing in the pantry
And sometimes passion and words will be missing
The details, the looks, the important things, the certainties

We will be missing giving our children good names
We will be missing the tales with princes and fairies
And I will be calm, I will remain calm
Because if you are with me, nothing else will be needed

The shouts will be missing and boredom will come
There will be no more tip on my worn pencils
Among old verses and repeated poems
With songs and sighs, recycled

We will grow old, wrapped in skin
Death will come to kiss our pillow
We will lack breath and I will be calm
Because if you are with me, nothing else will be needed

We will grow old, wrapped in skin
Death will come to kiss our pillow
We will lack breath and I will be calm
Because if you are with me, nothing else will be needed