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Everything is the same, nothing has changed,
the same courtyard, the same sun,
the same ivy that just like my hope
in the absence was growing preserving its greenery...
Only I come back changed
I bring the torment of living,
I have the disenchantment nailed in my chest
and my heart of sorrow, bleeding to death in suffering...

My life... talk to me!
Tell me at least that you hate me.
But don't be silent like this, indifferent,
because your coldness kills me...
Tell me... your sorrows,
come here, don't hold so much resentment against me.
I need the warmth of your tenderness,
of your caresses and your love...

I have just understood all the damage
that my abandonment caused you...
How much you have suffered!.... The wrinkles drawn
On your face are the traces
Of your weeping and your pain.
I have returned too late
to be able to console you.
I'm leaving with this burden of conscience
of knowing that you haven't even
you have not even been able to forgive me...