La Puerta de Al Lado

Let time pass
With a wandering gaze with no direction.
A book always open,
The pages torn out one by one with resentment.

In any place,
On a secondary provincial road,
The light in the window
Shining with the noise of passing trucks.

And in the lobby there's a fake name,
No one in the world knows where I am
(not knowing, not knowing where I am).
And now that I'm alone with my thoughts
I'll wait for the wind to come find me.

Circular ideas,
Words that keep spinning inside me.
Lies and truths,
That seem the same where my drum sounds.

There's someone out there
Talking in the hallway as if mocking me.
Slaps are heard
And the noise of spoons, and a girl says