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Ignoring me presence

You get lost in the whispers of the birds

that they arrive with my spring,

leaving me alone in the shades

that they will never end up

of tormenting my soul.

I will believe in that false hope

and I will wait to that caress my face again.

I will wander alone for the humid corridors for your tears,

remembering their fragrance,

thinking of your even unknown face for my,

remembering their last words,

reason for which I burn.

I will be the lost ghost

That walks eternally in their dreams,

keeping secrets and forgetting feelings.

Wanting to fall in the eternal dream,

entering in the illness,

falling in their bloodstained hands,

I am surrounded by the darkness.

I am not able to see the road,

I will never rest in peace,

neither I get up again,

alone a white sadness will accompany me,

and it will cover me with their lukewarm melancholy,

while I wait what will never arrive.