I look up to remember
over the whiteness of the snow
or with the birds whispering their songs,
in a thousand ways te extraño,
before recognizing myself within
those paths that let us flow together.
Your laughter echoes my ears
like the chords that bring me memories
with the shared smoke,
and every tear we kept
before going to bed laughing.
I love you, tanto… I seem to hear you
among the clouds.
Yo más… I answer as I did the last time
I hugged you and you allowed yourself
you to cry for my departure.
Now it’s me who cries for yours,
devoting strength to my heart not to forget
every fold of your face,
every ripple of your wind and
every word that came a través de tus miradas.
Do not cry for me… You whisper in the air,
and my smile nods in the shadows,
the whims of fate, my selfish pain.
Longing for you to be here,
Waiting for you to come back.
But then I sigh… Being thankful
de que aun estés con vida.
I’ll find you somewhere
and maybe we’ll hug each other again
to drown in laughter, unable to speak
until you tell me again:
«Enough; we have to talk seriously.»
And time will start slowing down,
because time waits for souls
to meet each other otra vez.
I miss you, though I always missed you from afar.
I had to learn it and you too had
Te extraño, in a different way,
With words of comfort,
another skin covering my pain.
I do not want to be irreverent, pero qué mala
costumbre that of life to hit us where it hurts the most.
I repeat your words and laugh,
imagining your whisper: «Do not listen to me,
I did not mean to talk seriously. «
When someone lives spreading light,
it leaves the threads of hope at every step.
Today your light sigue brillando.
It’s not a dream that burns me inside; it is your hands,
surfing again over my face, like that last one hug
we had and many others.
I´ll learn with time to free
balloons of thousand colours
through the air,
to the sky,
towards your heaven.
Gracias, since it was a pleasure coincidir en esta vida.