I guess the blink
of the lights that in the distance,
they are marking my return.
They are the same ones that illuminated,
with its pale reflections,
deep hours of pain.
And although I did not want the return,
He always turns to first love.
The quiet street where the echo said:
Yours is your life, yours is your love,
under the mocking look of the stars
that with indifference today they see me return.
Return,
With the withered forehead,
the snows of time
They plated my temple.
Feeling life is a blow,
That twenty years is nothing,
how feverish the look
wandering in the shadows
He looks for you and names you.
Live,
with the soul clinging
to a sweet memory,
I cry again.
I'm afraid of the meeting
with the past that returns
to meet my life
I'm afraid of the nights
that, populated with memories,
they chain my dream.
But the traveler who flees,
sooner or later stops his walk
And although the oblivion that everything destroys,
I killed my old illusion,
I keep hidden a humble hope,
that is all the fortune of my heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)