Dijo de mí - Raphael

Dijo de mí que entibió mi lecho

Helado de ausencia, vacante y maltrecho

Dijo de mí que no dije nada

Cuando en un impulso me instaló en su alma

Pero nunca dijo que buscaba amparo

Cuando derrumbada por un desengaño

Encontró refugio en mis pobres brazos

Y empapó mi pecho con su largo llanto

Pero nunca dijo que llegó penando

Que mis orfandades se fueron poblando

De ilusiones nuevas y de un nuevo canto

Que desvanecieron antiguos quebrantos

Dijo de mí que no la miraba

Como si ella fuera poco más que nada

Dijo de mí que era inconsecuente

Parco y taciturno cruel e indiferente

Pero nunca dijo que invadió mi casa

Profanando cosas que me son amadas

Mis queridos libros y entre mis marañas

Liberando historias que me son amargas

Por airearlo todo abrió las ventanas

Y dejó que huyeran dos o tres infamias

Que mis soledades tenían guardadas

Donde nunca nadie pudiera encontrarlas

Dijo de mí que la malquería

Sin tener en cuenta lo que yo sentía

Nunca creí que me abandonara

Como se abandona lo que no se ama

Cuando abrió la puerta me quedé pasmado

Como sin conciencia descorazonado

La miré a los ojos casi suplicando

Y a pesar de todo no tendí mis brazos

Se alejó en silencio y en aquel espacio

Me quedé tan solo como un solitario

Con el alma rota en cien mil pedazos

Me miré al espejo y me vi llorando

He said about me that he warmed my bed

Ice cream of absence, vacancy and battered

He said of me that I did not say anything

When on impulse she installed me in her soul

But he never said that she was looking for shelter

When collapsed by a disappointment

She found shelter in my poor arms

And she drenched my chest with her long cry

But she never said that she arrived suffering

That my orphanages were populated

Of new illusions and a new song

That old brokenness vanished

She said of me that I didn't look at her

As if she was little more than nothing

She said of me that she was inconsistent

Sparing and taciturn cruel and indifferent

But she never said that she invaded my house

Desecrating things that are dear to me

My dear books and among my tangles

Releasing stories that are bitter to me

To air it all, he opened the windows

And she let two or three infamies run away

That my solitudes had saved

Where no one could ever find them

She said of me that I wanted her badly

Without taking into account what I felt

I never thought she would leave me

How to abandon what is not loved

When he opened the door I was stunned

As without conscience disheartened

I looked into her eyes almost pleading

And despite everything I didn't stretch out my arms

She walked away in silence and in that space

I stayed as lonely as a loner

With the soul broken into a hundred thousand pieces

I looked in the mirror and saw myself crying