Desapariciones

Can someone tell me if they've seen my husband
Asked Mrs. X
His name is Ernesto X, he's forty years old
Works as a guard in a car business
He was wearing a dark shirt and light pants
He left the night before last and hasn't returned, and I don't know what to think anymore
Because this has never happened to me before

I've been looking for my sister for three days
Her name is Altagracia, just like our grandmother
She left work to go to school
She was wearing jeans and a white shirt
It wasn't her boyfriend. The guy is at home
They don't know about her at the police station, nor at the hospital

Can someone tell me if they've seen my son
He's a Pre-Med student
His name is Agustín and he's a good boy
Sometimes stubborn when he gives his opinion
He's been detained. I don't know what force
White pants, striped shirt. It happened the day before yesterday

Clara, Clara, Clara, Clara Quiñones is my mother's name
She is, she is a soul of God, doesn't mess with anyone
And they took her as a witness
For a matter that's only about me
And I went to turn myself in, this afternoon
And now they say they don't know who took her from the station

Last night I heard several explosions
Bang, thud, bang, bang
Shotgun and revolver shots
Speeding cars, brakes, screams. Echo of boots on the street
Knocks on the door. Complaints. For God's sake. Broken dishes
They were watching the soap opera, that's why no one looked outside

Where do the disappeared go?
Search in the water and in the bushes
And why do they disappear?
Because we are not all the same
When does the disappeared return?
Every time they are brought by thought
How do you talk to the disappeared?
With the emotion squeezing inside