I found myself with a photograph that revived my past
and some letters that talk about the love that we had one day
some dreams in the buro
all polished
and a story that speaks of the love that you left me goodbye
I tripped over a lot of tulle things that you left
forgotten
and I went to hide in a corner to forget the pain
and I hit more nostalgia
I would find some way to forget and accept that
you left
it was my luck not to have you anymore and my destiny was
get lost
And the nights are long and the days are sadder
and loneliness scares me from the day you left
I do not get used to the fact that you are not here, time does not cure me
You know well, God knows what day I try to be happy but
I need you to get used to being without you
I do not get used to that you are not I would have given any
what a thing
but it was not in my hands to prevent you from leaving
my luck not to have you and lose you forever
I ran into a photograph and a lot of things tullas
that you left forgotten
That today my soul is dislocated.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)