Tu Lugar
Francisco Terán
Your Place
The morning sun remains
Three white walls remain
And your space to the right of my bed
The closet remains without your things
Those loose pages remain
From your old García Lorca book
And your goodbye that echoes through the night
That goodbye and that night
Your footprints remain fresh
Your perfume on my pillow
And those black boots you didn't like
Your blush remains in my drawer
A poem and that cross
That you left there for being so careless
And that goodbye that echoes through the night
Cutting off my breath
That goodbye and that night
Breaking my heart
That goodbye without reproaches
That revive this song
And one morning at last
I hope to see you here
And that cold blue
Would go far away and so
You will be back
I can assure you
That not even loneliness
Would dare to take your place
