14 de Abril de 1973

He can't lift his gaze from the wood,
Where years ago he carved his name, other names,
The friends and a date, Marta and a heart.
And he stayed at the table wondering,
When did he start to feel so alone?
What’s the moment we forget,
Who we were and who we wanted to be?
Until we can't even recognize ourselves,
In the image that the mirrors reflect,
Or in the gazes of others.
How did we get to this April 14,
Filled with loneliness and questions.

Where are they, where are they,
The kids that, the kids that
We dream of, that we dream of.
And the people we love,
The words, the words,
That heal and the sincere love.
Where are they, where are they,
The things that, the things that
We learned, that we learned,
That we taught, that we knew,
That we shouted, that we shouted,
That we asked to be better.
Where did they go, where did they go,
The moments, the moments,
The friends, the friends,
The ideas we had.
The poems we wrote,
The songs we sang.
Where did it go, where did it go,
The life that, the life that
We longed for, that we longed for.
The projects, the promises,
And the fate, and the fate,
That we wanted to always be together.

Where are they, where are they,
Where am I, where am I,
Where did they go, where did they go,
And what did we do and what did they do.
What did we forget, what did we forget,
Where is what we left behind.