Otoño

Once again lonely in my old armchair
waiting for autumn and a sad song.
People live and dream and search ardently
and I wait for autumn in my disillusionment.

There are things that move and others are impossible
like the nineteenth century or a love sorrow.
Autumn is the same that caresses and dies
when the snow covers the leaves of pain.

In the street, things await me will change
but today autumn arrived...
they will forgive me...

I will continue waiting in my old armchair
till autumn passes and this sad song.