El dolor.
What is it? What does it mean? What does it tell?
El dolor.
Do you feel it? Are you down? Do you feel the tears seeking to break any constraint?
El dolor.
Do you know how a heart is shattered into pieces of china or jade, thin, transparent, naked?
El dolor.
Do you hear me? Can you sense what has happened? Do you remember the moment four nights ago?
El dolor.
Do you know how to remember? Do you know how to forget?
El dolor.
To leave the world, to get rid of the omniscient eyes of Fate, to become an distant observer.
El dolor.
So distance that he feeds himself on memories.
El dolor.
I don't know. Nobody thinks this should concern me.
El dolor.
But here it is. The piercing sensation streaming in veins, in heart.
El dolor.
El dolor.
El dolor.
We have lost you.
So we say, el dolor.
To see you for 30 minutes, and to be reminiscient about you for the rest of my life.
El dolor.
Lloro por ti.
Lloro que no regresa.
Lloro. Lloro.
Lloro por el dolor.