Después

Afterwards ...
The moon in blood and your emotion,
and the anticipation of the end
in a dark cloud.
Then ...
irremediably,
your eyes so absent
crying without pain.
And afterwards...
The huge night in the glass,
and your fatigue of living
and my desire to fight.
Then ...
your skin like snow,
and in a slight absence
your pale end.

Everything returns from memory:
your sorrow and your silence,
your anguish and your mystery.
Everything sinks into the past:
your repeated name ...
your doubt and your fatigue.
Shadow stronger than death,
scream lost in oblivion,
step that returns from failure
song shattered
that is still a song.

Afterwards ...
forgetting will come or not
and I will lie to laugh
and I will lie to cry.
Clumsy
ghost of the past
dancing on the stage
perhaps to forget.
And afterwards,
in the silence of your voice,
a pain of loneliness will be made
and I will scream to live...
as if fleeing from memory
in repentance
to be able to die.