Cuando Ya Me Empiece a Quedar Solo

I will have my eyes far away
And a cigarette in my mouth
My chest inside a hollow
And a half-crazy cat

An empty stage
A book dead from sorrow
A destroyed drawing
And others' charity

A useless television
Electric company
The radio at full volume
And a prison that is not mine

An old age without fears
And a calm life
Very agitated windows
And an immobile bed

And a pile of stacked newspapers
And a flower taking care of my past
And a rumor of voices shouting at me
And a million hands applauding me
And your ghost, above all
When I start being alone