Minutos

The wall clock
Announcing 6:23
The past thirsty
And the present is a footless athlete
It's already 6:43
And the corpse of the minute that passed
Tells me this is how you live here whether you like it or not
And nostalgia settles in my head
And it's 6:50
Who told you that I
Was the dream you dreamed once
Who told you that you
Would turn my future upside down
It's already 7:16
And the corpse of the minute that passed
Tells me your strategy ruined you
There's nothing left but to learn to live alone
If you have the guts
The house is nothing else
But a cemetery of stories
Buried in graves
That some call memories

Minutes, like salt in the wound
Life passes me by
Wasting the clock
Minutes, they are the morgue of time
Corpses of moments
That never return
There's no clock that turns back

How it hurts to spend
The moment when you're no longer here
How hard it is to fight
With things that will never return
It's already 9:23
And the corpse of the minute that passed
Mocks my desire to kiss
The photo you left on the nightstand
My loneliness is your revenge
The ministry of time
Set up headquarters on my pillow
There I find you at times
Although it's useless

Minutes, like salt in the wound
Life passes me by
Wasting the clock
Minutes, they are the morgue of time
Corpses of moments
That never return
There's no clock that turns back

Minutes that mock me
Minutes like the fury of the sea
Passing minutes of a train going nowhere
Minutes like a rain of salt
Minutes like fire on the skin
Transient minutes that come and go without saying
Minutes that hurt me without you
Minutes that don't pay alimony
Minutes that when they die will form the battalion of yesterday
Minutes that steal the light
Minutes that rust my faith
Time's tenants as long as they last
Minutes that enjoy dying
Minutes that have no place
Minutes that crash into me... are kamikazes of God