Time passes as always haughty and proud
begins to take what was left of the smell of your perfume on my pillow
your body heat is lost between my sheets
your eyes is dust and escaping from my window.
The wind does the same, cold, ruthless and powerful sweeps
your photos and memories
drag what was left of your smile
calla with its powerful sound, the timbre of your voice.
The rain has stopped just fell on my troubles
erasing most of my body leaving me your kisses
water where previously only caresses
has taken away the warmth of your chest.
The fire burned all my hopes, my dreams and calcined
future aspirations
cremated my hopes and desire to live in our castle ideal
left only ashes and some chips in bottom of what once was ...
The land now thrives on what was left of my tears
is absorbing my pain every step I
stoning and burying my suffering with each passing day
slowly covering your grave matter this love
The heart ... great warrior in this battle ...
collects his pieces with plaintive pain and gradually rises
has suffered a lot and maybe one more next
not support force but says it will try again ...
if I have to fight again against the elements.
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