SONG OF FORGETTING

To Roberto García Peña.

....el forajido corazón...

De Greiff

Yesterday they knocked on the closed door
of the heart. Yesterday they knocked on it,
nobody came out to open.
Would it be your voice? Would it be my voice?
Whose that sick, tired of living heart will be?
It will be someone's. I don't know how to say it.
Instead of speaking to the wind,
you can hear him moan at night.
Nobody knocks on the door anymore.
Open heart.
Ask me.