I remember you still with your face unveiled
the tenderness in the smile and the summer in your back,
it was almost morning, you told me until later
you left slowly becoming a memory.
My hands can not forget you, my eyes miss your look
and your sugar skin in my hands becomes salty,
nostalgia is inevitable, the days hurt by your side
and I do not resign myself to losing you with crossed arms.
All the time passed hurts me intimately
and thinking about your return is not enough,
for me there is nothing eternal and you want to see being with you
nothing but to save me and believe that I'm still alive.
My hands can not forget you, my eyes miss your look
and your sugar skin in my hands becomes salty,
nostalgia is inevitable, the days hurt by your side
and I do not resign myself to losing you with crossed arms.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)