Aún Me Queda Vida

I hear him come in through the living room door,
I open my eyes and see her in my room,
softly, her voice says good morning to me,
then she raises the blinds.

She asks me: How did you sleep last night?
She sits next to me,
I give her an indifferent grin:
Not so great, because
I couldn't reach the damn potty
and I really need to pee.
She apologizes, picks it up, brings it to me
and turns around...

She moves me until I’m
on the edge of the bed with all the care,
leaning back, finally, she manages to sit me up.

Once we get out of the doorway,
there’s that ramp that’s so hard to get down,
I feel convulsions and cramps
running through my leg and arm.

Walking through the park we run into
another neighbor
who’s trying hard, wants to show the sorrow
he feels for me.
I’d tell him I don’t need
his pity at all,
he only knows how to talk about my problem
and poke at the wound.

Where are the reasons
that make me wake up to a new day,
to tell the world Here I am! I still have life...

And my surroundings aren’t the same as they were over a year ago,
it hurts to know, it’s hard to think
that you followed the tracks of another path,
hope it goes well for you, hope you’re happy.
I don’t blame you, I hope you never find yourself
in my situation.
Only Elisa greets me in the morning,
I stop to think, how little I have left!

And another day and another day and another day...
I hear him come in through the living room door...

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