jeanbadero
Poeta recién llegado
From the shadows of my dreams,
I can see you
I can revive your memories
with my broken threads
with my broken voice,
and your emtpy eyes..
I can bring you back from the nothing,
from that space that holds you
in that past where you loved me,
and this present that doesn´t exist
for me now without you.
And I almost make up your shape,
with the sand of my lost minutes,
minutes spent thinking in your smile,
remembering you very hastily,
because I don´t want to lose
a single second from your memory.
I almost bring you back
to have whom to love,
whom to huge,
whom to say,
that this love was left on my hands,
like a gift never given,
like a dead rose bossom,
A bossom that today,
I want to lay
on the cold gravestone
with your name written.
I can see you
I can revive your memories
with my broken threads
with my broken voice,
and your emtpy eyes..
I can bring you back from the nothing,
from that space that holds you
in that past where you loved me,
and this present that doesn´t exist
for me now without you.
And I almost make up your shape,
with the sand of my lost minutes,
minutes spent thinking in your smile,
remembering you very hastily,
because I don´t want to lose
a single second from your memory.
I almost bring you back
to have whom to love,
whom to huge,
whom to say,
that this love was left on my hands,
like a gift never given,
like a dead rose bossom,
A bossom that today,
I want to lay
on the cold gravestone
with your name written.
