Después que canta el hombre

After he sings, the man is left alone,
alone in the solitude of his mind,
alone in the solitude of the seats
and a shroud of air falls silent.
He knows that now, suddenly, becomes later,
even though after he sings he is left blind.

He then looks at the guitar and it winks at him.
What do guitars not know about abandonment.

After he sings, the man is left alone,
for each one returns to their footsteps.
They leave him the words on the carpet.
The hour of the word was the scene.
He knows that now, suddenly, becomes later,
even though after he sings he is left blind.

After he sings, the man is left alone,
surviving the same uncertainty.
But he again organizes his concerts
like a fake angel insisting.
He knows that now, suddenly, becomes later,
even though after he sings he is left blind.