Ahí Pero Dónde
Maine Hermo
There But Where
If there's something I can hold on to
It's knowing that you're not
Just my dream, that you're there but where
A coffee in Buenos Aires
While it starts to rain
You can hear a sax in the distance from Paris but how
Rumors in the room next door
And every night without you
I try the story that will save us
From harsh realism, from horror
I'm not good at going further
My writer abandoned me
I'm a character in a story that stayed there
In the typewriter
I lock myself in ashtrays and glasses
A tear of tango and another of jazz
The envelopes, the used matches
Where do they go
It takes you, a secret, voracious order pulls you away from my side
It takes you, a secret, voracious order pulls you away from my side to where
To where
