Estrella

It was a street in a poor neighborhood
and in a house with a hallway,
a girl used to live
that everyone had to talk about.
A girl who night after night
left the neighborhood to return,
when the copper and bronze dawn
mixed sleep with the workshop.

That one...
that everyone talked about
because they always found her
coming back at dawn.
That one...
with a poem of bitterness
contained in the sweetness
of the blue of her gaze.
Star...
of hopes and forgetfulness
under a dawn sky
with lies and champagne.
Star...
everyone, everyone who talked
one night cried for you
in the house with the hallway.

Only then did they make her good
and they were filled with compassion,
for the life that