Canto de ausencia

Your absence has trapped me among the shadows,
dark reality of my abandonment.
The larks call me from dawn
and sunk in my pain, I no longer hear them.
The echo of your voice returned a hundred times,
your hand at my door lied about a return.
Shining for me, I dreamed of your eyes,
a vision of loneliness and pain.

I sing...
and your steps no longer return to roll down my path.
I sing...
and in your hands the caresses no longer tremble for me.
I sing...
for the sky of your loveless and starless eyes,
for your absence closing in on my hope,
for your love that is asleep beyond my tomorrow.
For your forgetfulness, loneliness of long night,
for your voice that no longer sings for the dream that died...

Written in a poem is your name.
Hung on the wall, your kind face.
Your letters hidden in a chest
and in a book by Verlaine, your lilies.
And next to the orphanhood of my sadness
seeking the humility of the corners
is the long shadow of your absence:
a vision of loneliness and pain.