I promise to return,
even if I am absent today,
it's not days or hours,
it's a latent time.
When the breeze caresses
your skin with tenderness,
in every sigh,
you will feel my madness.
I will return with the shadows
of the sun in the afternoon,
I'll bring you stories
of a world that burns.
It may not be today
but have faith in the sky,
that in every heartbeat,
I carry you in my flight.