Aquellas Pequeñas Cosas

You think
That time and absence killed them
But their train
Sold a round-trip ticket

It's those little things
That left us a time of roses
In a corner, on a piece of paper
Or in a drawer

Like a thief
They lurk behind the door
They have you at their mercy
Like dead leaves

That the wind drags here or there
That smile at you sadly and
Make us
Cry when no one is watching