Alma Mia
Alberto Cortez
My Soul
My soul... how the absences weigh on your wings,
every day they add up helpless solitudes;
distances, greed, anxieties and sleepless nights
and a shady sensation of unreality and sorrow.
My soul... always on guard watching over my surroundings,
day by day, mitigating abuses and bribes.
Spotlights that harass me mercilessly with their brightness
and leave a strange sensation in my senses.
My soul... what I would give to see you free again...
without painful stretch marks from impossible missions.
Like before... ahead of my dreams and fantasies...
Longing... to give myself to you however and wherever.
My soul... one day you will slowly start to leave;
no longer mine... your energy released into infinity...
with your sails... carriers of light at all times...
without trails... that hurt you, like the ones now.
My soul... the daily urgencies are so cold...
what a habit... of investing each present in tomorrow...!
what madness... the rush to live in captivity...!
bonds... out of irrational fear of mysteries.
My soul... how many times have I left you abandoned
on the path of trains that only pass by.
Scars... shakes that life has caused me,
unhappy... gray hours that the years have not erased.
My soul... thankfully you don't surrender defeated;
I would say... it's because you continue to be in love.
Sentimental... dreamer... loser or impulsive...!
Companion... despite everything, you're still alive!
