El Último Escalón

Running blindly, without looking back
and escaping from the pills.
Breaking everything, without knowing why,
letting the wounds bleed.

Sometimes a goddess, sometimes such a bitch,
you fade away among the paintings
of old cathedral pictures
or of suicidal virgins.

I used to think I had you,
that you were the star that guided my life
but you see, we were never two.
I left my body next to the stairs
to see if one day, following your footsteps,
we would reach the last step.

Running blindly, without looking back,
losing the name at the border.
Breaking everything like a hurricane,
leaving life in the race.

Sometimes pretty, sometimes so ugly
you fade away among the bottles,
in the streets, at dawn
when the problems return.

I used to think I had you,
that you were the star that guided my life
but you see, we were never two.
I left my body next to the stairs
to see if one day, following your footsteps,
we would reach the last step.