De barro

I'm looking at my life
In the glass of a puddle
And as I meditate
The lost hours pass by
The withered dreams

And there are your beloved eyes
In the mirror of mud
Ghosts of my cigarette
Reproach and forgetfulness
Condemnation and forgiveness

Your distant eyes return
With the tears of that day
To think that I placed in your hands
A guilt that was mine

To think that I didn't call you
And I was glad
When you were suffering
To think that I didn't follow you
And I laughed
When you left crying

And now that my life is not worth
Nor this cigarette butt
I just realized that contempt and resentment
Are made of mud

So, measuring your sorrow
Night after night I consume
Trying to see in the smoke
Of the cigarette I smoke
Your serene image

And upon finding you lost
Between cigarette and cigarette
I know that everything was made of mud
My life was made of mud
My love was made of mud

Your distant eyes return