Mensaje En El Contestador
Ismael Serrano
Voicemail Message
Hey, it's me.
Just calling
Because these Mondays
Always kill me.
The day has dawned
Late today;
My pillow full
Of your ashes.
I passed by, remember?,
Through our bars
Where we scratched
Nostalgia
Its dirty enamel.
I grabbed the future
By the waist.
Where there was flight
Only remains
Feather debris.
Things happen,
Noisy days,
We are so close
But so alone.
That's all it was.
Well, then, nothing,
If you're cold and have time
You call me
