Soledad

I don't want anyone to tell me
that from your sweet life
you have already torn me away.
My heart asks for a lie
to wait for your impossible call.
I don't want anyone to imagine
how bitter and deep my eternal loneliness is,
in my long night the minute grinds
the nightmare of its slow ticking.

In the aching shadow of my room, as I wait for his steps
their footsteps that perhaps will not return,
sometimes it seems to me that they stop their gait
without daring to enter.
But there is no one and she does not come,
she is a ghost that creates my illusion.
And as she fades away she leaves her vision,
ashes in my heart.

On the silver dial of the clock,
the agonizing hours refuse to pass.
There is a parade of strange figures
that contemplate me with mocking looks.
It is an endless caravan
that sinks into oblivion with its spectral grimace,
your mouth that was mine goes with it,
I am left only with the anguish of my evil.