Even in these times
fast as a Cadillac without brakes,
every day have a minute
in which I close my eyes and enjoy
miss you.
Even in these times
in which I am happy in another way,
every day they have that instant
where will I play? spring
for having you in front.
Even in these times
to go back to laughing with friends,
every day they have that time
in which breathing is an ungrateful
duty to me.
And the pain would go much farther
if you were not inside my soul,
if you do not look like the ghost
who lives in the mirrors.
Even in these times
trivial like a costume ball,
every day have a few hours
to shout at the edge of the aurora,
the lack you make me.
Even in these times
to learn to live without waiting for you,
every day I have relapses
and although I want to forget I do not forget
What cant I forget you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)