A Quien Tanto He Querido

I don't want your love.
Nor hear your voice, nor live for you.
I don't want your love.
Because the further you go, the freer I feel.
I expect nothing from you
the road ends here.
I am no longer
neither song nor dream.
You are no longer here.
I no longer feel the claw of your silence.
Today it's as if everything happened long ago.
You take the bolero cape of my passions.
I'm not interested, nor do I regret it.
Today I want your love.
And hear your voice and live for you.
Today I want your love.
because the further you go, the sadder I feel.
I expect nothing from you
the road ends here.
I am neither end nor destiny.
Now I know that what we shared is over.
I have forgotten your voice, your skin,
although I cry for you sometimes.
My heart is free but feels the sorrow.
With airy caresses, I tangled your body.
To whom I have loved so much, I write.
I no longer comb your hair,
it's the fingers of the wind.