By Eddy Montilla.
I am left with a feeling of sadness whenever I talk to you,
something like the bitter taste of a kiss without love.
I am left with memories that, in my mind, are reluctant to become past
and walk freely tormenting me in silence
by repeating things that I know already, things that I’ve heard in the past:
“When you are not here, I can still see you
and when you are… I wish I could run away.
There is a fire inside me that flares up over the years,
undying love that refuses to be nothing
and rises from the ashes despite the rain, despite the hail.
A strange wind blows whenever I think of you.
It puts me in a thoughtful frame of mind
and I don’t know what to do…
It does not move the curtains; it does not move the leaves…
And it draws silhouettes that don’t coincide with my reality:
Happy couples walking hand in hand,
or doves making love at the park.
It is true. It makes me see things that I don’t want to see,
things that I want to forget.
It makes me repeat a name that I don’t want to hear.
Please, run, run after your dreams
because I only want to stay here,
loving life, loving you.
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