El Díario

There is a heart
Please come back

Today by chance I found the diary she quickly forgot
Its lines reflected a story that didn't have a good ending
And I learned so many things about her life that I foolishly ignored
That I pushed her aside without caring about the most beautiful part of her love

The first page said she loved
With a heart painted on the cover
With thoughts for me

On the second page of the diary she explained
Why she was leaving my life
That she was doing it for her own good

And I reread and reread
And I learned so much about her life that in the years I lived with her
She only asked me for a Sunday and to sit at the table
And tell me the things she had to tell her diary

I forgot to water the garden
I sent the little things far away
To the same distance as the north from the south
I built a house for myself in oblivion

And she left
She left one morning, her eyes were crying
A child told me that she seemed to hesitate
If she wanted to leave

I forgot to water the garden
I sent the little things far away
To the same distance as the north from the south
I built a house for myself in oblivion

For me

Valeria Tirado Romero
Beautiful
Julio César Gálviz and Eusebio Meralima with much appreciation

A friend I hadn't seen in a long time asked me about her
With pockets full of sadness, I confessed my story to him

That she left at the beginning of this winter
That she protested only with her silence
I never wanted to listen to her

And where is she, where is she
In another town, another country looking for relief to heal her wounds

Friend, if one day you find her there
Tell her something about my life
Tell her that I love her and that I haven't seen the sun since the day she left

I forgot to water the garden
I sent the little things far away
To the same distance as the north from the south
I built a house for myself in oblivion

And she left
She left one morning, her eyes were crying
A child told me that she seemed to hesitate
If she wanted to leave

I forgot to water the garden
I sent the little things far away
To the same distance as the north from the south
I built a house for myself in oblivion

I forgot
I forgot
My life
I forgot