(Cancion ultima)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Pm-cQ9xQnE


Painted, not empty:
my house is painted
in the colors
of great passions and tragedies.

The empty dinner table,
and noisy bed will return
from the tears to which
they were taken.

Kisses will blossom on the pillows,
And sheets will rise again over bodies
entangled like vines
nocturnal and perfumed.

Hatred will vanish
behind those windows.

Claws will be softened.

Leave me hope, at least.

(Written in prison, from which he never returned)