El Tiempo Está Después
Fernando Cabrera
Time is Afterwards
Llupes street divides in half
Finds Belvedere
The train waves from below
With whistles of sadness
Those endless lines
Coming out of Central
The cobblestone is covered
But it's there
Spring in that neighborhood
Is called loneliness
It's called cries of tenderness
Asking to come in
And in the rush it's raining
They won't squeeze anymore
My tears in your pockets
You changed your coat
One day we will meet
In another carnival
We'll be lucky if we learn
That there's no corner
That there's no hiding place
That can dissolve
In its hiding place what we were
Time is afterwards
