I wish it didnt rain the moments of leaving, the tears in my eyes, the sobs of nostalgia, I would break in my veins, my heart is full of tolerance from my crying, my red face is proud
of my failure, the
garden of my union with you is full of the fragrance of acacia, the season of our acquaintance will remain green, the rest of what I have, the offering of simplicity in the mourning of my songs , the gift of one color,
dont think about me, the traveler sees the dawns, the eyes of tomorrow There is a hard road ahead of the rebirth, the beginning of the season for you and me, O free from the lethargy of the body , is the time to fill you up.
