Regresa

It's been several days without you.
Where have you been? Where did you hide from me?

I stab at stars and people scream to see,
filled with sadness, that I ripped out my heart.

I told you: "In your absence, I’ll take care of Madrid,
that I’ll be alright," and here I lied to you.

I revisit places, the pain turns me to salt.
The streets of Huertas, where she drunkenly shouted

my name at the bars, in the pubs where I loved her.
The war in her body, I think it was yesterday.

Defeated, soaked in booze and her absence,
blooding the wound that this waiting has opened,
screaming: "Where are you, blonde? Come back."