Flores En El Río

I no longer want caresses without skin,
nor kisses from yesterday, nor expired hugs.
I no longer want to search for an 'I love you'
in a locker of lost objects.

I no longer want to shiver in January,
die of cold in the middle of summer.
I no longer want to distance myself for a while,
wake up and fall into the void.

I no longer want to lose my roots,
ask why me, do I deserve it?
Or get tangled in an endless dream,
where I must die to forget you.
I no longer want to think about living
and keep plucking flowers in the river.