Prisión

When I opened my eyes
I saw that gray landscape approaching
Realms of your scent
And when I crossed to the other side, I saw you
Through time
For the first time, I saw you
Remembering slowly and walking
By your side, I saw myself
What are the memories that are alive
Prison!

They are new memories to forget
And unintentionally
They are new colors to dim
From black and white
They are new passions to hide
And never do so
And in the end, live on, marching and firm
Just to be
In love with loneliness
I will be firm again
At the end

That man who escapes to the mountains
Is not an unreal man
It's me
Prison!