Nada Salvaje

There was no love in your reaction
Nothing wild, so unoriginal
It's, perhaps, that the coldness
Of urban rituals distance you further from me

I believe in your awakening

No one waits for me anymore
Only your trace on the glass
Not everything that shone
Will shine again someday

Fiction is the honey
For your woes, life in eternal loop
You will only stop textual ties
Of some subtle love

I believe in always and never

No one waits for me anymore
Only your trace on the glass
Not everything that shone
Will shine again someday
No one waits for me anymore
Only your trace on the glass
Not everything that shone
Will shine again someday

No one waits for me anymore
Only your trace on the glass
Not everything that shone
Will shine again someday
Both of us are there
So close and far, behind the glass
I will always wait for you, look at me
And we will shine knowing there is nothing left