Hoy la laguna se arrodilla sumisa ante una fortaleza de plata.
Solo el nombre inexistente, el menguado aroma, la marca en mi mano.
Slowly, I feel the leaves fall into my hands and I just close my eyes in a deep cry.
I hold his lips inside my heart. His brave eyes start to fly and I try to keep them. I look at you each time your words die in my kiss.
I stop the words and I sleep in your arms forever.
Sonia Luisa Arenas Gimon
