Crónicas
Viuda Negra
Chronicles
Front page in the morning newspaper
A young man jumps into the ravine
People speculate on who it is
No one could see him
Only a cry of pain in the soul was heard
A week has passed, no one claimed him
He has been opened, examined, and closed
Several times already
In his chest pierces the heart
As the only reason
A tattoo he had hidden on his skin
With the name of a woman
The city has forgotten, time has passed
No one investigates, it's a closed case
In a nameless grave
The body has been buried
No one has understood
The pain he felt
A dagger in the chest
That name left him dead
But they say that every dawn
A beautiful woman
Visits dressed always in black
The nameless grave of that gentleman
Don't look for a culprit
Reason, nor a why
There are things that are better not to understand
His heart was already dead before falling
