Cobarde

Enjambre

Coward

I could wait for you an eternity
While I drink wine with Mrs. Adversity
Who likes to argue
Without any desire to reach a point
Her thing is serious
It's worse in captivity

Envy of the asphalt where your feet step
Envy of the destination where you see
Envy of the clothes that give warmth to your skin
Envy of the weather that shelters you and is cruel
Envy of the people who can look at you
And those who can listen to you
Envy if you share your moments
Envy of those bodies that inhale discouragement
That you exhale and when they meet you, they don't admire the greatest wonder

Adversity hangs itself with its foolish words
It dies and resurrects
And I hear them again
As long as it doesn't go away, I won't see you
As long as you don't come, I won't go
I could leave and I stop
I see how I'm losing you