Ojos de La Tarde

They gathered the curtains,
Closed that door trying to find a way out,
But the early morning brought with its wings, the unwanted sun, of the departure...
With fire in the gaze,
With cold in the words, she said once... I'm leaving home
First there was silence, then the thoughts
Went out to fight that battle
Don't go... don't go...
They came and went, sometimes they argued, about things that truly, no longer mattered
The sky fell into a thousand pieces, in his arms, the dream... ended
When he closed the door and the house became immense, the evening found her... on the stairs
With eyes open like endless universes
Learning the color of nostalgia
Don't go... don't go... don't go...
She continued setting two places at the table
And talked to herself... as if nothing
Sitting by the window waiting for some shadow
And singing until dawn
Don't go... don't go... don't go...