Brother, today I´m on the stone bench by the house,
where you have left us a bottomless emptiness!
I remember we used to play at this hour, and Mama
would soothe us, ´Now, boys…´
This time, I sneak away
as before, from all these prayers
at evening, and I expect you won´t find me.
Through the parlor, the entryway, the halls.
Afterwards, you hide, and I don´t find you.
I remember we made each other cry,
brother, in that game.
Miguel, you stole away
one August night, just before dawn:
but instead of laughing when you hid, you were sad.
And your heart´s twin of those perished afternoons
is tired of not finding you. And now
a shadow falls on the soul.
Listen, brother, don´t wait too long
to come out. All right? Mama might be worried.