You became landscape | Te volviste paisaje. Poema [Eng/Esp]

You became my landscape,
the one you stumble upon all the time,
and tells you nothing,
because you no longer love it,
its colors don't cheer you up,
now it's a routine that passes without novelty,
without a bit of light entering your eyes,
it will be that the light also gets tired,
of visiting the same corners,
that precious smile of a flower,
the winds took it away,
maybe there is something between us
that has been saved,
that has not been swept away,
starting with our souls,
I look at you from afar,
now you are a barren landscape,
a busy street,
where I walk lost,
with my head down,
and it hurts,
when did this tiredness begin,
at what moment did I understand that there was nothing
in that garden turned deserted,
where only an empty face exists,
erasing itself completely,
clarity has long since escaped,
now there is nothing left,
only the landscape that is getting dark.