When looking for that black cat
Journeys of silence continue.
Calm neighbourhood from my fast,
Like a sad sunset..,
I return, old, to your street corner.
I return order, life has changed me
On my head a little silver has been painted.
I was a traveller of pain and in
My dreamer's wandering...
I sank into the grave in solitude
When thinking of injuries..,
Tears are coming like rain.
I understood my life's malady
And every kiss, I erased with a drink
In a game of illusion I dealt My heart
I came back beaten
To my parent's little home.
Everything is a remembranza
That is turning in my memory.
I went away when I was twenty..,
Youthful madness, Lacking advice.
There is a deep and cruel sullen silence,
And when I knock on the door..,
Like a stranger.
I'm greeted by the old servant.
I must have changed completely, that only
By my voice the old man recognized me.
Poor old mother, I found her very sick,
I spoke to her and she looked
At me with those eyes..,
With those eyes clouded by her crying
As if saying 'why did you take so long?'
I will never again and at your side
I will feel the warmth of a great love..,
Only a mother forgives us in this life,
It's the only truth; all else is a lie.
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