Objetos Perdidos
Vanesa Martín
Lost Objects
The last day we were together
You sent me some roses
And I knew, without a doubt, that it had to end
The last time I’d see your naked back
I saw the Moon slip in, trying to get a look
And more than four years passed, and we never met
And at an airport, from afar, I thought I saw you walk by
A mutual friend invited me to a party with you
When I was already inside, I wanted to leave
And back in Madrid, I stopped at lost and found
There we were alive
What good is it now?
You’ll never know what happened
I’ll never tell you why not
I had to end it
The last day at your place, I bit the pillow
My memory was shaking
Loving you more
I, who had always defended that these things happen
Felt a kick to my pride
And more than four years passed, and we never met
And at an airport, from afar, I thought I saw you walk by
And a mutual friend invited me to a party with you
When I was already inside, I wanted to leave
And back in Madrid, I stopped at lost and found
There we were alive
What good is it now?
You’ll never know what happened
I’ll never tell you why not
I had to end it
And a mutual friend invited me to a party with you
When I was already at Tirso
What good is it now?