La Culpa Es de Uno

Perhaps it was a cataclysm of hopes
A collapse somehow foreseen
Oh but my sadness only had one meaning
All my intuitions peeked out

To see me suffer and indeed they saw me
Up to here I had made and remade my journeys with you
Up to here I had bet on inventing the truth
But you found the way a way

Tender and at the same time relentless to evict my love
With just one prognosis you removed it from the suburbs of your life
Possible, you wrapped it in nostalgia
You carried it for blocks and blocks, and slowly

Without the night air noticing
There you just left it alone with its not-so-great fate
I think you're right
The blame is on one when not in love

And not on excuses, nor on time
It's been a long, long time since I faced myself like
Last night in the mirror, and it was relentless like you but not tender
Now I'm alone, frankly, alone

It always takes a little bit to start feeling miserable
Before returning to my gloomy winter quarters, with eyes very dry, just in case
I watch as you disappear into the mist, and I start to remember you