El Tiempo
Jauria
Time
What are you gonna do, loneliness?
The house is falling apart and the water comes out dirty when I wash it and
Soaks the floor, burnt-out lights
And on the table, the stained tablecloth drips with spots that when
You see them, whisper nonsense phrases in your ear
On the beaten side, no one wants to bite
The fruit that’s now bitter was sweet once, but no one
Bites it
Staring blankly without looking
Another lie, without blinking, comes from my dry eyes from
Seeing everything
Full of holes and drunks, with worn-out soles and
Untied, my shoes give up
On the beaten side, no one wants to bite
The fruit that’s now bitter was sweet once, but no one
Bites it
I try to stay
I know that maybe from so far away, you’re close...
Seeds fall to the ground and wait...
"...Loneliness smelled unmistakably like a dog... I trusted in
Her mastery over animals and she was one of the first to
Let them loose, without leashes..." "Around 8, loneliness and her pack
Would arrive at the plaza..."
