Lidia anticuada, romántica, de luto

This place feels so unfamiliar
and yet I know it well
I think I used to belong here
but the only way that I can tell
Is that I miss you still
and I cannot find you here
You left me tattered and torn
Just like that sweet spanish doll

I went down to the alleyway
and found that you were gone
You left no word no message
I still don't know exactly what went wrong
But now no matter where I go
I always seem to return
To where yo left me tattered and torn
Like that sweet Spanish doll

A memory gilded in red and gold
Beauty guarded and never sold
I'll keep it with me wherever I go
No matter how the story will unfold
You know that I'll always
have part of you here
in this souvenier

A stranger in this world without you
Is all that I can ever be
All I know that's pure and clear
You left it with me here
In this souvenier
-Poe-

Lidia...

Lidia está bien.
Lidia hizo. Lidia deshizo.
Lidia pintó. Lidia escribió.
Lidia abrazó. Lidia besó. Lidia hizo el amor.
Lidia lloró. Lidia rió. Lidia sangró.
Lidia se entregó. Lidia se aventó. Lidia recogió sus pedazos.
Lidia está bien. Lidia llora aún. Lidia es fuerte.
Lidia... yo soy Lidia