En Nuestra Casa

In our house, your voice is no longer heard, the night is filling up the whole room. The lilacs in the vase have been wilting at home. My youth ran after your steps from our house, crossing the city, while loneliness cradles me in its arms at home. In our house, no one lights the fire anymore, no one knocks on my door, the hours pass lifelessly without your hands. In our house, I am nothing but a shadow without dreams. Suddenly I grew old, I talk to the mirror and I don't open the drawers for fear of not finding memories. From our house, which is not mine without you, I will leave in the morning without knowing where to go and I will come back to live far from the windows at home. And to our house, other mouths will come to erase our kisses and my sad song will remain in a corner, dreaming of your return home. To our house...