Tu Alma Te Mira Hoy

Your soul looks at you today
From a corner of light
And cries for the absence
Of a scent of bay leaves
Of a pitcher with life and soda
Of freshly cut flowers
Tobacco
That stays on the wall.
And today, far away,
Nothing will make you live again
Those days when
Upon waking
A glass of fresh water
Someone would give you at dawn.
And today, far away,
Nothing will make you live again
Those days when
Upon waking
A glass of fresh water
Someone would give you at dawn.
Your days have turned into years
My years of absence.
Your time was my time
Your time was my mind
And yours.