Lamento del solitario

Deja correr sus palabras,
aquellas que le sirvieron para esconderse,
para crear mundos falsos,
las sostiene con el viento,
las tiene entre sus manos,
solo las deja salir
para que salten sus muros internos.

Las prefiere definidas como una canción,
que hable de piedras en el camino,
hable de una familia, de una casa,
de esas calles donde un hombre emite lamentos,
una melodía que nadie oye,
que cuente de una fuerza que ya no tiene,
por eso mira sin mirar,
por eso derrama lágrimas sin llorar.

Sabe de una historia qué otros contaron,
qué fue suya y de muchos,
lamenta no estar en esa mesa con los amigos,
construyendo una vida,
abriendo caminos
dónde los días recogen emociones.

Necesita noches de plenilunio,
quizás, una caricia o un sueño,
la música que las penumbras ejecutan,
para adormecer la soledad.

Lament of the lonely

He lets his words run,
those that served him to hide,
to create false worlds,
words held by the wind,
he has them in his hands,
he only lets them out
so that they jump his internal walls.

He prefers them expressed as a song,
that speaks of stones on the road,
that speaks of a family, of a house,
of those streets where a man emits laments,
a melody that no one hears,
that tells of a strength he no longer has,
that's why he looks without looking,
that's why he sheds tears without crying.

He knows a story that others have told,
which was mine and that of many,
regrets not being at that table with friends,
building a life,
opening roads
where the days gather emotions.

He needs nights of a full moon,
perhaps, a caress or a dream,
the music that the penumbras play,
to lull loneliness to sleep.

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