Ámame

Every silence in your mouth feels like death,
even though death, truly, is a day without seeing you.
A day away from you is a dream with wings,
a sad rhetoric, a never-ending pain.

Love me in solitude without hurry,
love me and rip my life away.
Love me and don't listen to what I say,
if I have to die, I'll die with you.

Every silence in your mouth feels like death,
even though death, truly, is a day without seeing you.

I can't let go of your name
without feeling my hope fall at my feet,
of some God who no longer sees.