They will talk to you about their days
Telling you honestly
Expressing as they can
The emotions that from inside
It isn’t a lie that also fashion them.
They will tell of a clear absence
Where even the hinges of the windows
And that even the tiles want to preserve their brightness
Painfully recalling the lightness of your steps.
Perhaps they mention a stifling deviation.
Of some hours before the unpleasant dream
The trembling voice that doesn’t reach your ears
And knowing its weakness of warrior energy
He reverses its human desire to endure one more night.
Talking about themselves, many will named you
So that they can call you spreading nets
So that at least you pass through their memory
Serving them as a brief distraction
To continue moving together with the caravan.
With regard to these eyes
I know that they will be those to perceive
And that this skin will be the one to understand
The sharp anxiety that they can cause
As I also know those things that you decided to ignore.
For those things in life
I arrived a little, just a little before
And I continued until the day after
Where everyone even if they do it or not
They reflect on their faces the desire of return.
But somebody must play the role
Of the distance and the untie knots
Someone must carry what he wants without selection
And that others want with great desire
One and another are there pretending your happiness
Without considering that the fire only attracts some butterflies.