La Casita de Mis Viejos
Julio Sosa
The Little House of My Parents
Quiet neighborhood of my past
In a sad evening
To your corner I return, old man
I return even older
The years have changed me
In my head, gray snow
It has left
I was a traveler of pain
And in my dreamer's walk
I didn't fix my bad life
Because every kiss I erased with a drink
Women are always
The ones who kill the illusion
I return defeated to the little house of my parents
Every thing is a memory that stirs in my mind
My twenty springs took me far
Youthful madness, the lack of advice
There is a deep and cruel lonely silence in the house
And when I knock, like a stranger
The old servant greets me
I must have changed completely, as the old man
Only recognized me by my voice
I only found my mother
I called her from the door
And she looked at me with those eyes
With those eyes clouded by tears
As if asking me why did you take so long
I will never leave again
And by her side I will live
In the warmth of
Only a mother forgives us in this life
It's the only truth
Everything else is a lie