Do my eyes reflect desolation without measure?
Or do you see in them longing for departure?
In the distance, in that aching breast
where rebellious and persistent dreams are born,
two buds bloom fiercely,
while my being feels absent.
Loneliness floods the wandering sighs,
hardening a once vibrant heart.
I no longer feel the sun, nor the dancing bees,
I only fear the constant lack.
In this feeling that slowly consumes me,
Innocence and warmth have departed to the wind.
Only fear remains, in an eternal torment,
of an absence that hurts even my thoughts.
