De La Ausencia y de Ti

Now all I have left
To seek myself as a lover
The breath
Not to look at the maps
To continue within myself
Not to walk certain streets
To forget that it was mine
Once a certain book
Or to make the song
And tell you that everything is the same
The city, the friends, and the sea
Waiting for you

I keep going to Teté
Week after week
Do you remember that place?
Today she talked about rifles
Bidding farewell to the dead
I know she loves me
Maybe that's why
I feel you in her living room
Even though you're not here now
And it's felt in the conversation
Or maybe the impression has arrived
Of the absence and of you
Of the absence and of you

I wouldn't want a failure
In the wise crime
That is remembering
Nor in the inevitable
Defect that is
The nostalgia for small
Silly things
Like in the crowd
Stepping on your feet
And laughing and laughing and laughing
Nights without going to sleep
Yes, it's different without you
Very different without you

Ideas are bullets
Today, and I can't
Use flowers for you
Today I wish to be old
And very wise
And be able to tell you
What here
I haven't been able to tell you
To speak like a tree
With my shadow towards you
Like a book saved from the sea
Like a dead person learning to kiss
For you
For you
For you
For you