Diana

Old friend, I return to our house
I no longer find you happy, almost human
Body painted in white and brown
And a sadness in your gaze
As if you knew ancient pain

I no longer find you waiting by the door
Running lively and beautiful or resting
So much emptiness everywhere
So much silence I feel upon arrival
To our playground

Sunday lunch, the old revelry
Everyone inventing new secrets
The white and brown absence remains
And a millennial sadness
But the boys returned to play
As if they still felt your gaze, Diana

Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana

The white and brown absence remains
And a millennial sadness
But the boys returned to play
As if they still felt your gaze, Diana

Diana, Diana, Diana, Diá, Diana, Diana, Diana
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diá, Diana, Diana, Diana
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diá, Diana, Diana, Diana
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana