¿A Dónde Van?
Silvio Rodriguez
Where Do They Go?
Where do the words that didn't stay go?
Where do the looks that once left go?
Do they float eternally
Like prisoners of a gust of wind
Or do they huddle in the cracks
Seeking warmth
Do they roll on the glass
Like raindrops wanting to pass
Do they never become something again
Do they go away
And where do they go?
Where do they go?
What have my old shoes turned into
Where did so many leaves from a tree end up
Where are the anxieties
That were released from your eyes for me?
Where did my dirty words
Made of April blood go?
Where do these bodies go right now
That I can never stop illuminating?
Do they never become something again
Do they go away
And where do they go?
Where do they go?
Where does the common, the everyday go?
The act of taking off shoes at the door
The friendly hand
Where does the almost daily surprise of dusk go?
Where does the tablecloth go?
Yesterday's coffee
Where do the small
Terrible charms of home go?
Do they never become something again
Do they go away
And where do they go?
Where do they go?
And where do they go?
Where do they go?
