Trenzas

Braids,
sweet silk of your braids,
moon in the shadow of your skin
and your absence.
Braids that tied me in the yoke of your love,
almost soft yoke of your laughter, your voice...
Fine
charity of my routine,
I found your heart
on a corner...
Braids the color of bitter mate
that sweetened my gray lethargy.

Where did your love of wild flower go?
Where, where did it go after loving you?
Perhaps my heart had to lose you
and so my loneliness grows by seeking you.
And I'm crying like this
tired of crying,
tangled in your life
with braids of anxiety... without you!
Why do I have to love
and eventually leave!

Sorrow,
old anguish of my sorrow,
interrupted phrase of your voice
that chains me...
Sorrow that fills me with words without resentment,
flame that calls you with the flame of love.
Braids,
sweet silk of your braids,
moon in the shadow of your skin
and your absence,
braids,
harrowing knot of raw leather
that tied me to your silent goodbye...