Ansiedad

Anxiety... of having you in my arms
singing words of love

Anxiety... of feeling your charms
and kissing you again on your lips

Maybe I'm crying remembering you
my tears are sorrows that fall
into the sea and the equator swayed by
the lament that you're present in my dreams.

Maybe you're crying remembering me
and clutching my picture with frenzy
and even your ear catches the wild melody
and the echo of the pain of being without you.