LULLABY FOR PILAR

I'm processing my whole life

in a bright blue screen.

You squeeze a doll and my heart

in a peacefully brief sleep.

With every key that I press

one of my days passes by.

You, your too short dreams;

I, my not very long life.

Line after line, word by word,

years, months, weeks, days file past me.

In the cradle of my world

you make my time be fulfilled.

I've finished, got it printed.

Tuck you in and turn out lights.

You, your too short dreams;

I, my not very long life.