Estrella

It was a poor neighborhood street,
and in a house with a hallway;
there lived a girl,
that everyone had to talk about.
A girl who, night after night
left the neighborhood to return;
when the dawn of copper and bronze
mixed the dream with the workshop.

The one...
that everyone talked about
because they always found her
when they came back in the early morning...
The one...
with a poem of bitterness
contained in the sweetness
of the blue of her gaze...
Star ...
Of hopes and oblivion
under the dawning sky
with lies and champagne...
Star...
All, all those who spoke
one night mourned her
in the house in the hallway.

Only then did they make her good
and were filled with compassion...
For the life that 'that one' made
they even found a reason.
And they confessed, who more, who less,
that they could have been wrong;
and as always, the whole neighborhood,
only then did they stop talking.