Divorcio

You left and left me
locked in hell
the divorce, and a thousand papers
and a stack of memories.

Since then, I haven't found
a good explanation.
I still don't know why you left
but it's starting to get better.

But what hurts me the most
is that when you left my side
you took even the nails
you didn't leave a thing.

And now I want you to give back
d my saddle and my horse,
my machete, and my rosary,
my little cup for coffee.

And now I want you to give back
the portrait of my grandmother,
my parrot Magdalena,
and my chess set.

And now I want you to give back
my cassettes, my stuff,
my dog, the goat and the cat,
and the requinto I found.

And now I want you to give back
my Colombian aguardiente,
my Australian passport,
and my wall clock.

But what hurts me the most
is that when you left my side
you took even the wardrobe
you didn't leave a thing.