You, over there... far from my coat,
where the shadows play without ceasing,
where the wind carries an old sigh,
and I, here... I try to reach you.
In the distance, the moon is a witness
of a love that cannot disappear,
its rays envelop me, they are my shelter,
even though you're missing me, I'm still in your love.
My hands yearn for your lost touch,
my skin trembles at the thought of you,
a distant echo, a burning love,
a silent verse, a subtle destiny.
Silence cries out among a thousand illusions,
each word is a bridge in the mist,
I look for you in my dreams, in my prayers,
and I feel your laughter that still enlightens me.
You, over there... in the dance of time,
I, here... trapped in my paper,
with the ink of love, I write this lament,
where distance is a cruel rail.
