Balloons to your heaven

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.


-Poli Impelli-


16 respuestas a “Balloons to your heaven

    1. Ay, mi hermoso Chus… Has interpretado muy bien lo que hay detrás. Es una sensación que no se puede explicar, tal cual lo has sentido: la pérdida de un amigo no tiene muchas palabras, a los hermanos “postizos” que nos da la vida y elegimos los hacemos inmortales. Jamás pensamos que se nos van a ir primero, ¿verdad?
      Me regalas una sonrisa que necesito, solo por ver en tu comentario que mis versos te llegaron. “Tristeza o añoranza”. Eso es, querido Chus.
      Gracias por pasar 🙂

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