Estás en mi corazón

Today it took me by the hand,
like a blind man, your memory,
like a lost traveler
who does not know how to return.
And there in the last corner
of the distant neighborhood of our loves
only my desolation found
your name on the wall.

I don't know why I've returned, girl,
to the corner of fifteen-year-old love,
when I was a corner sparrow
unafraid of life's brutal slingshot.
Our love was that game of absence,
of waiting and arriving at the wrong time
and when I returned I no longer found your presence,
only your name shouting without voice.

The street becomes a path
that gets lost in the distance,
my wandering heart
will return to the road.
And there, on the last corner
of the distant neighborhood of our loves,
I engraved with tears on the wall
that you are in my heart.