Surrounded at the table, my children and I,
We sadly looked at the empty chair,
Empty that with your deception and your infamy was left,
The ruin of your life, theirs and more.
Sometimes they ask me where you will be,
And the fact of lying to them fills me with fear,
I tell them that in heaven and from there you will see us, < br/>That you loved us very much and that you were a saint.
I had to lie to them so as not to make them suffer,
And I had to cry the blood of my soul,
I couldn't tell them that you were capable ,
Of abandoning your home and your children for another.
Spoken:
Sometimes they ask me if you are in heaven,
And I bite my lips when I say yes .
Not the biggest one who already understands your infamy
And he looks down without seeing me from the front;
He never enters your room, he never calls your name
And he likes to isolate himself, far, far from people.
I see the smallest one running around the house,
With his childish smile and his innocent joy,
Then he stops, kisses you and hugs you,
Although he only caresses... the empty chair.
I had to lie to them so as not to make them suffer,
And I had to cry the blood of my soul,
I couldn't tell them that you were capable,
Of abandoning your home and your children for another

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