Even after me, behind my song are you,
lap where the heaven of your belly offered me
your nakedness, your tender harvest and the blind debauchery of living and dying.
Because now there are no beats,
because now there are no roads.
And your name barely undoes this fog,
that condemns me to be a blind man in front of the sea.
Because friend if you do not come back,
In my garden there will be no September and you will bleed life,
and I can not with this wound that takes our love.
My great love, your great love, the sad love.
The sea fades, the salt prayer faints
and I am a wolf wounded in the sands of your love, asking you, calling you.
trying to exist and forgetting that you're gone,
hostel where I always calmed my old thirst.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)