I still love you

I sigh ... I'm sorry I lost.
I run to the edge of the immense sea and look for you on the horizon,
trying to reach the other end of this infinite world.
I'm getting further away, as if the wind
was in favor of the sails of your boat,
have raised the anchor and have decided not to return.
If not for the greatness of this insane, blind,
to which someone does not know why he came to call it love.
If not for the mark it has left so much affection;
if it were not for me as I usually sow
plant it in soul, to love you you and only you ...
from the first day that I decided to sail from port
had failed to follow your trail and your way to oblivion
infinite in this world ...
I did not care if you missed any part of this Earth.
I do not care either your name or who you are, if you live or die.
But, however much they try to forget there you are ...
Because people confuse you,
where I walk your way to even sit beside me,
I hear your words, or complained about any pain that no matter how insignificant it was,
for me it was served.

Today I am sunk in this abyss of your absence
and pain dominates my mind, my health, my existence.
There is nothing that does not make me remind you,
because even though you're gone ... I still love you.


(Seriocha Rosabal Fernandez)