Ahora

Now, I no longer write stories
Nor cross out the days on the calendar
Nor dream that I am imprisoned
In the shadow of a fenced garden

I no longer stroll through the market
Nor listen to what some old men talk about
Sitting on a bench
I will never sit with them again

Now I spend all afternoons thinking
That the phone is not ringing, that it's silent
That it doesn't interrupt dinner, that it's not ringing
Telling me to leave, that it's dying
Save me if you can

The photographs no longer whisper to me
The screams of their silence have faded
Of their melancholy, no more
I don't want any more dreams

Now I spend all afternoons thinking
That the phone is not ringing, that it's silent
That it doesn't interrupt dinner, that it's not ringing
Telling me to leave, that it's dying
Save me if you can

That it's not ringing
That it doesn't interrupt dinner, that it's not ringing
Telling me to leave, that it's dying
Save me if you can

If by not going out I close all the doors
And I have the mornings just for myself
They forgot about me, those from hell
And how much is the price?

The clouds of failure keep pouring down
The guns of loneliness are firing
I'm no longer in the guide or on the street of the forgotten

I will scream a little more, my throat will bleed
The wall with a thousand imprints of my crazy head
Now you can't come in, I'm tidying up my house
I'm tidying up my house
I'm tidying up my house

I will scream a little more, my throat will bleed
The wall with a thousand imprints of my crazy head
Now you can't come in, I'm tidying up my house