Río Seco

I don't want to see anymore
everyone who has gone.
My broken heart has come, speaks to me and says
that it has nothing left, that it is empty
It tells me that everything has withered
and I have nothing but a river
so dry the bed,

that is deeply cracked.
The lack of water. They haven't poured it regularly

now, once
spinning around I realize I am alone.
Where there was fire, wounds remain
I looked the other way and saw what happened
I don't want it
Time has ended, look at what remains
I don't want it. now, once
the memories that time erased