In the silent sigh I love you,
in the gaze that was lost,
searching for you among shadows,
in the trembling of my empty hands,
which only knew how to hold you.
You are my red rose,
blooming in my silent soul,
even though winter bites and the cold screams,
even though your absence is a persistent echo.
I carry you where love never dies,
in the sacred corner of my chest,
where your name still beats,
like an eternal echo on my skin.
