Los Ojos de Rodrigo
Fernando Ubiergo
Rodrigo's Eyes
They closed the curtains
they shut that door
tried to find
a way out...
but the early morning
brought with it
the unwanted sun
of departure...
With fire in his eyes
with cold in his words
he told her once
I'm leaving home
first there was silence
then thoughts
came out to fight
that battle...
Don't go...
Don't go...
Sitting on the stairs
Rodrigo, in pajamas,
tried to understand
what was happening...
even at seven years old
life is a miracle
that has the heart
of a swallow...
They came and went
sometimes they argued
about things that really
didn't matter anymore...
the sky fell
into a thousand pieces
and they didn't look
up...
Don't go...
Don't go...
When he closed the door
and the house became immense,
his mother found him
on the stairs
with eyes wide open
like two universes
learning the color
of nostalgia...
Without kisses, without words
the child is the one who hugs her
and squeezes her ankles
to his back...
behind the eyelashes
there are suns bathing
and worlds upside down
that are worthless...
Don't go...
Don't go...
