Canción Del Pasado

A woman refused with one hand to go to bed;
with the other she entertained her gagged passion.
And the sheets had
the face of the past
that happily smiled.

The window seller refused to give me mine
because in return I didn't give him my reserves of joy.
The past was still
on the store of the day.
They had it well secured.

I see the past walking through almost the entire city.
I see it in the people who stay and leave.
I see it in the faces of my children,
I see it in the voice of my wife.
I see it even though I see it unintentionally.

The past has the name of millions of subjects;
it drinks and eats, goes to the movies and sometimes is not so old.
It has a bit of my name, has a bit of yours
although we look for the man.

The past is the specter of a jester with three faces:
it was yesterday, it is today, and it will be another morning.
The past is that insect that music does not silence.
The past is rebellious.