Amante De La Vida

All the weight of your forgetfulness has fallen on me
and the more beautiful things are, the more they hurt without you
I want to distance myself from the places and people
that somehow revive this love
that must die by force.

Love is a mystery that I would like to define
how is it that while I love you, you don't even think of me
and in disagreement with my own emotions
I turn my back on my illusions
to be who I was before you.

Lover of life, of god and the universe
an admirer without measure of the opposite sex
absorbed in the beauty of the things around me
following the path of the sun and the stars.

Lover of life wherever the wind takes me
without knowing the wounds of your scorn
free from the suffering, the pain, and the disillusionment
of being nothing in your life and loving you so much
loving you so much.