La casa vieja

LA CASA VIEJA

Y la casa vieja se nos va callada
se pierde en un grito ahogado
que nadie ha podido escuchar
solo mis oídos vino a tocar.
Se duerme, se calla, se va resignada
su tiempo termina, su alma cansada
se roba la mía que llora y que mira
la casa encantada.
Se fue, ya no está la casa rosada
sus partes deambulan, su cuerpo se marcha
dejando vacío, solo, dolorido
mi pecho, su-mi colorido


THE OLD HOUSE

And the old house is going silent
lost in a muffled cry
nobody has been heard
only my ears, came to touch.
falls asleep, falls silent, she is going resignedly
their time is up, their tired soul
steals mine that cries and looking at
the haunted house.
It was no longer the pink house
its parts wandering,
her body walks away
leaving empty, alone, in pain
my chest, their-my colorful.

Jose Andres de Vera y Paysal