Tu fantasma

I decide to hum everything that misses you
from the century you left until today.
I accompany myself with a guitar because I don't know about cards
and besides, you already know she goes where I go.

The only thing that consoles me is that I use two pillows
and that I no longer torture myself when I keep you up at night.
Another relief is that in its tree, the birds of dawn
continue rehearsing the chorus with which they will welcome you.

The phone persists in collecting absurdities.
Teasing me continues to be a universal sport
and the door is worn where the world has struck it,
at least a good part of humanity.

The lovers' cinema had a couple of good clues.
Our private cabaret is still active at its bar.
Our kitchen key keeps bleeding out
and I still have no songs, despite the need.

They may be coincidences or other oddities that happen
but wherever I go, everything leads me to you.
Especially the house becomes unbearable to me
when from its corners you pounce on me.

I'm not exaggerating if I tell you I talk to your ghost,
that I ask it for water and even a sip of coffee.
On serious days, I've asked for back massages.
The worst, I won't tell you because you won't believe.

There are days when in your sacrifice I caress your ghost.
but, where did the delirium go?. I don't hear your breathing.
I always end up in the same place, killing your ghost
and the target surprises me lying on the balcony.

I don't know if what I say is really what we need
Today is not an intelligent day and I don't know how to go further
but when you can, come back, because your ghost is lurking
playing hide and seek and I am very old now;
but when you can, come back, because your ghost is lurking
playing hide and seek and I am very old now