Yesterday my heart asked about you,
I couldn't find the words to calm its doubts,
I told it that you left in the silent night.
It misses your essence in its heartbeat.
I told it that your sky had changed places,
and that you had decided to fly to another paradise.
I couldn't deceive my heart.
I told it that you no longer heard its voice,
that your love had faded like a cruel sickle.
My heart, between shadow and light,
cried for the absence that has no cross.
I whispered that your footsteps had moved away,
that your hands had surrendered to others.
And although it insists on its endless longing,
I explained that your lips, from my days,
did not keep the caresses that were once
its sweet delirium, its feverish confines.
