Sense La Lluna

If I repeat your name
when the day comes to an end
or at night, in your arms.
if the scent you give off
has widened the distance
between my heart and the guitar.

If my fingers between chords and harmonies
search madly for your black hair (your mane)
why do I want skies so vast
if the moon of your body isn’t there.

If between the verse and the pause
a deep blue opens up
that colors the hours;
if I look at you backlit,
your body outlines
the most naked beauty.

If what I sing isn’t high enough
and singing you I fly and breathe,
I’m not alone, I’m accompanied,
the trail of my song follows me.

I can talk about you like my shadow
you're silence, voice, song, and friend;
I can find your trace if I wanted to,
I know exactly where I left you.