Go back to what is sad, to what is not coming home with me. And I just want you to stare, to look at me deeply in the eye. Just remember how we felt when we said goodbye, because that's the feeling I'm carrying forever in my heart, and that's the only thing I take [...]
Be mine, so I can stop being that yours, so I can learn from now on, how to live when I'm not with you. Be mine, so I can give you my poems, so I can give you songs and stories, that don't talk about us. Be mine, so I can learn how [...]
Si tengo que perderte, si tengo que dejarte ir, preferiré decir que fuiste tú, quien te alejaste de mí. Si tengo que llorarte, hasta que no tenga más lágrimas, preferiré contar que fueron tus ánimas, las que me hicieron dejarte. Si tengo que mirarte, siempre desde la distancia, nunca aceptaré que soy yo, [...]
I won't leave without giving you a goodbye kiss, but my plane is just about to leave. If you don't want me to kiss your lips, then you should kiss mine for me. These words are my goodbye kiss, for I'll be thinking of you, when I'm already crossing the sky. And these [...]
Una paloma atraviesa mi interior, quisiera saber si de nuevo se irá. Si tus palabras hieren y abren un abismo en mi corazón, no lo podré evitar. Eres como una paloma que emprendes vuelo cada vez y ya sé que nunca detrás de ti podré correr. Una paloma que se alimenta de mi sufrimiento, cuya [...]
Si alguna vez escuchas un grito en medio de la noche, soy yo que te pido que no me dejes sola con mis pensamientos. Si alguna vez sientes ganas de llorar, también seré yo que comparto con mi soledad. Si alguna vez me observas suspirar, es porque escondo un vacío dentro de mi mirar. Si [...]
I hold a butterfly in my hands, she's alive and I can listen her heart beating, I can feel every breath she takes, and the subtle warmth of her wings. I'm waiting for her to leave, but she has a broken wing, deep in the inside, I can't let her go, for I'll be [...]
I wrote you a poem, with butterflies inside, it was in the library, along with my life. I wrote you a poem, with a phantasmagoric touch, and I don't even remember it now, but sure I know, I can't write a similar one. I wrote you a poem, even though you're unreal, even [...]
Now my heart is burning in the back of my mind, fed by hot tears, by kerosene in words, I'm not fully able to hear. You'll burn my throat, when you tell me how you feel, because the rain won't come for a year, if you're not here with me. And kerosene won't stop [...]
Hours. How can they come? How can they go? Hours. Their pass I can't notice, because they don't make a sound or give any advice. They just wave back when they already passed by, and we don't even know if they even said hi to us. Hours. Sometimes we see them, sometimes we don't but [...]
