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Rodrigo's Eyes

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Los Ojos de Rodrigo

Cerraron las cortinas
juntaron esa puerta
trataron de encontrar
una salida...

pero la madrugada
traía entre sus alas
al indeseable sol
de la partida...

Con fuego en la mirada
con frío en las palabras
le dijo de una vez
Me voy de casa

primero hubo silencio
después los pensamientos
salieron a librar
esa batalla...

No te vayas...
No te vayas...

Sentado en la escala
Rodrigo, en pijamas,
trataba de entender
lo que ocurría...

aunque a los siete años
la vida es un milagro
que tiene el corazón
de golondrina...

Entraban y salían
a ratos discutían
por cosas, que en verdad,
ya no importaban...

caía en mil pedazos
el cielo entre sus brazos
y ellos no miraron
hacia arriba...

No te vayas...
No te vayas...

Cuando él cerró la puerta
y la casa se hizo inmensa,
su madre lo encontró
sobre la escala

con los ojos abiertos
como dos universos
que aprenden el color
de la nostalgia...

Sin besos, sin palabras
el niño es quien la abraza
y aprieta los tobillos
a su espalda...

atrás de las pestañas
hay soles que se bañan
y mundos al revés
que valen nada ...

No te vayas...
No te vayas...

Rodrigo's Eyes

They closed the curtains
they shut that door
tried to find
a way out...

but the early morning
brought with it
the unwanted sun
of departure...

With fire in his eyes
with cold in his words
he told her once
I'm leaving home

first there was silence
then thoughts
came out to fight
that battle...

Don't go...
Don't go...

Sitting on the stairs
Rodrigo, in pajamas,
tried to understand
what was happening...

even at seven years old
life is a miracle
that has the heart
of a swallow...

They came and went
sometimes they argued
about things that really
didn't matter anymore...

the sky fell
into a thousand pieces
and they didn't look
up...

Don't go...
Don't go...

When he closed the door
and the house became immense,
his mother found him
on the stairs

with eyes wide open
like two universes
learning the color
of nostalgia...

Without kisses, without words
the child is the one who hugs her
and squeezes her ankles
to his back...

behind the eyelashes
there are suns bathing
and worlds upside down
that are worthless...

Don't go...
Don't go...

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