Taburete

Wandering around the city.
A(nother) rainy day.

Taburete on my playlist.

(Su velero ha vuelto a naufragar...)
I am also wreck.
Since 1993.
With tired legs.
And a weak heart.

(Hoy ha llegado el fin)
For real ?
I wonder if I would ever find it.
In this small Siberian city.
To this unstoppable pain.

(Que ya no lloro por banderas más)
I wish I could say I don't.

(Que no me canso de quererte, soledad)
I guess I have learned to do it.

(Y quieres creer que no habrá segunda parte)
I've got no other option.

(Quiero una canción que me lleve a ese rincón)
To that one happy moment.

September 25, 2017. Siberia