Tu Fantasma
Ricardo Arjona
Your Ghost
The cigarette butts you left on the balcony
With red lipstick and fingerprints
Are delays of your universal absence
That gather like nothing in a corner
I don't know when eternity began
Nor when the end of what was will be
Why so much freedom
If there's no one to escape from... Why
Neon light, gray afternoon
And minutes last an eternity
There's your absence in the kitchen
And sweat on the mattress
There's a scent of sex in every corner
And a mark on the armchair
While your ghost leans towards me
Stopping the wall that leads to the attic
The kitchen was a roadside motel
The armchair the perfect mold
You were Nadia Comaneci on the stairs
And on the table, you were the dish and the food
How was it? I don't know
The past doesn't want to leave here
There's your absence in the kitchen
And sweat on the mattress
There's a scent of sex in every corner
And a mark on the armchair
While your ghost leans towards me
Stopping the wall that leads to the attic
