One Hundred Years
Cien Aņos
Fuentes-Cervantes




You passed by my side
With a big indifference
Your eyes don't want neither to return to make me
I saw you without you seeing me
I spoke to you without you hearing me
And all my sorrow was saved inside of me

It hurt me until the life I thought that you had forgotten me
to know that I neither scorn or merit myself of you
Without attachment you follow united to my existance
And if I live a hundred years, a hundred years I'll think of you