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Again, here you are. I'm sure of that, I feel your presence, like the last day. If you can talk to me ... If you would give me a sign, ...
Again, here you are. I'm sure of that, I feel your presence, like the last day. If you can talk to me ... If you would give me a sign, ...
I need to know if you listen to me. So many words without saying, it drowns me. I could tell you how they were these weeks, yesterday for example, I woke up with my heart beating my chest, I think I was dreaming, I dreamed that your fingers ran through my hair, just as you did when I slept; I would swear you did it again.
How can you walk alone, when your hand doesn't grab mine? I never imagined that you were taking me, now there is not a block where I was not hit with an unsuspecting shoulder or with a slope of the path.
Should I learn to walk again?
On Sunday, in the park, I ran. It would be around 17:30 pm, the sun took the last shipment to say goodbye, surely the fatigue and the light did not allow me to see correctly, it confused my senses. I ran until I reached you, I almost touched your arm.
How difficult it is to let you go ...
Believe me, I try ...
I don't want your face to blur, I don't want you to be only the photos that I caress every night.
How will it be when your scent fades?
I only ask you, when you leave, you hold me tight. I promise you I will not cry.
Nuevamente, aquí estas. Estoy segura de eso, siento tu presencia, como el último día. Si lograrás hablarme,…. Si me darías una señal,…
Necesito saber si me escuchas. Tantas palabras sin decir, me ahoga. Podría contarte como fueron estas semanas, ayer por ejemplo, me desperté con mi corazón golpeando mi pecho, creo que estaba soñando, soñaba que tus dedos recorrían mi cabello, tal como lo hacías cuando dormía; juraría que lo hiciste otra vez.
Como se puede caminar sola, cuando tu mano no agarra la mía? Nunca imagine que tú me llevabas, ahora no hay una cuadra donde no me golpee con un desprevenido hombro o con un desnivel de la vereda.
Acaso debo aprender a caminar nuevamente?
El domingo, en el parque, corrí. Serian cerca de las 17:30 pm, el sol tomaba el último envión para despedirse, seguramente el cansancio y la luz no me permitió ver correctamente, confundió a mis sentidos. Corrí hasta alcanzarte, casi toque tu brazo.
Que tan difícil es dejarte ir,…..
Créeme, lo intento,…
Es que no quiero que se desdibuje tu cara, no deseo que solo seas las fotos que cada noche acaricio.
Como será cuando tu aroma se desvanezca?
Solamente te pido, que cuando te vayas, me abraces fuerte. Te prometo que no lloraré.
Again, here you are. I'm sure of that, I feel your presence, like the last day. If you can talk to me ... If you would give me a sign, ...
Again, here you are. I'm sure of that, I feel your presence, like the last day. If you can talk to me ... If you would give me a sign, ...
I need to know if you listen to me. So many words without saying, it drowns me. I could tell you how they were these weeks, yesterday for example, I woke up with my heart beating my chest, I think I was dreaming, I dreamed that your fingers ran through my hair, just as you did when I slept; I would swear you did it again.
How can you walk alone, when your hand doesn't grab mine? I never imagined that you were taking me, now there is not a block where I was not hit with an unsuspecting shoulder or with a slope of the path.
Should I learn to walk again?
On Sunday, in the park, I ran. It would be around 17:30 pm, the sun took the last shipment to say goodbye, surely the fatigue and the light did not allow me to see correctly, it confused my senses. I ran until I reached you, I almost touched your arm.
How difficult it is to let you go ...
Believe me, I try ...
I don't want your face to blur, I don't want you to be only the photos that I caress every night.
How will it be when your scent fades?
I only ask you, when you leave, you hold me tight. I promise you I will not cry.
Nuevamente, aquí estas. Estoy segura de eso, siento tu presencia, como el último día. Si lograrás hablarme,…. Si me darías una señal,…
Necesito saber si me escuchas. Tantas palabras sin decir, me ahoga. Podría contarte como fueron estas semanas, ayer por ejemplo, me desperté con mi corazón golpeando mi pecho, creo que estaba soñando, soñaba que tus dedos recorrían mi cabello, tal como lo hacías cuando dormía; juraría que lo hiciste otra vez.
Como se puede caminar sola, cuando tu mano no agarra la mía? Nunca imagine que tú me llevabas, ahora no hay una cuadra donde no me golpee con un desprevenido hombro o con un desnivel de la vereda.
Acaso debo aprender a caminar nuevamente?
El domingo, en el parque, corrí. Serian cerca de las 17:30 pm, el sol tomaba el último envión para despedirse, seguramente el cansancio y la luz no me permitió ver correctamente, confundió a mis sentidos. Corrí hasta alcanzarte, casi toque tu brazo.
Que tan difícil es dejarte ir,…..
Créeme, lo intento,…
Es que no quiero que se desdibuje tu cara, no deseo que solo seas las fotos que cada noche acaricio.
Como será cuando tu aroma se desvanezca?
Solamente te pido, que cuando te vayas, me abraces fuerte. Te prometo que no lloraré.