A Mi Hermano Miguel

Brother, today I am on the porch of the house,
where we miss you deeply!
I remember we used to play at this hour, and mom
would caress us: 'But, children...'.
Now I hide,
like before, all these evening prayers
and hope you don't find me.
Through the living room, the hallway, the corridors,
then you hide, and I can't find you.
I remember we used to make each other cry,
brother, in that game.
Miguel, you hid
one August night, at dawn;
but instead of hiding with laughter, you were sad.
And your twin heart from those
extinct afternoons has grown tired of not finding you. And now
shadows fall in the soul.
Listen, brother, don't take too long to come out.
Well... Mom might get worried.