Nostalgia for Love
Today I felt the weight of yesterday,
a warm echo in the clock,
your name returns unwittingly
to be drawn in my corner.
The afternoon falls with your gaze,
the wind carries your song,
and my soul begins to remember
the geography of your voice.
I yearn for the bread of your feeling,
the salt of that kiss, salty,
the mad desire to live
in the abyss by your side.
I feel the pain of the time that has gone,
carrying April in its hands,
and this nostalgia that I see
growing in urban dreams.
Love, portrait on the wall,
quiet sigh, light of absence,
how short was your "I want," and
how long, love, your presence.
Credit: The image is my own.
I used Google Translate.
