Soledad

I don't want anyone to tell me
That from your sweet life
You have already taken me
My heart asks for a lie
To wait for your impossible call
I don't want anyone to imagine
How bitter and deep my eternal solitude is
The nights pass, the minute hand moves
The nightmare of its slow tick-tock

In the sorrowful shadow of my room, waiting
For steps that may not return
Sometimes it seems to me that they stop their walk
Without daring to enter
But there is no one and she doesn't come
It's a ghost created by my illusion
And as it fades away, it leaves its vision
Ashes in my heart

In the silver sphere of the clock
The dying hours refuse to pass
There is a parade of strange figures
That gaze at me mockingly
It's an endless caravan
That sinks into oblivion with its spectral grin
Your mouth that was mine goes with her
All that remains is the anguish of my pain