Las Horas

Deserts, rivers, sea
Hide my peace
Stop the untouched time

I descend to the end
Where to start?
Signs that say something

I wake up without achieving
Dreaming of the place
That bites the emptiness of years

Traveling one more day
I hope to find
A trace that says when

The hours, the days
Time, a life
No names, no lists
Your steps, a mystery

The years add up
More than the tender age
In which you left, beloved

My years without looking
Life passing by
The hours that I have missed

The hours, the days
Time, a life
No names, no clues
No remains to tell me

The hours of your days
In what time they take your life?
There is no way to correct
The moments when you were missing

I must remember the life