Días Breves
Lisandro Aristimuño
Brief Days
Can't take care of myself
Without faith
And all alone
In a fancy hotel,
Rubbing my feet.
I don't know if it overflows,
A tear I left
But nothing hinders
The glass and I don't know, and I don't know, and I don't know.
And here I am
Counting the brief days,
Drowning the tv,
In a lot of caffeine,
But well, nothing remains with me
Or almost nothing.
Every time I let myself flow.
And it doesn't matter what you say
I can't even look at you,
I'm tired of your stories
And I left, and I left, and I left.
I choose what I am,
I choose what it is today
