De la ausencia y de ti, Velia

now all I have left is to search for my lover's breath
not look at the maps, stay in myself
not walk certain streets, forget that it was mine
once a certain book
or make the song
and tell you that everything is the same
the city, the friends, and the sea
waiting for you
waiting for you
I keep hearing Teté week after week
remember that place?
today she talked about rifles, bidding farewell to the dead
I know she loves me
maybe that's why I feel you in her living room
even though you're not here now
and it shows in the conversation
or maybe I just have the impression
of the absence and of you
of the absence and of you
I wouldn't want a failure in the wise crime
that is remembering
nor in the inevitable flaw that is
the nostalgia for little
silly things
like in the crowd
stepping on your feet
and laughing, and laughing, and laughing
dawn without going to sleep
yes; it's different without you,
very different without you
ideas are bullets nowadays and I can't
use flowers for you
today I wish I could be old and very wise and tell you
what I haven't been able to tell you here
talk like a tree
with my shadow towards you
like a book saved from the sea
like a dead person learning to kiss
for you, for you
for you, for you