Tu Retrato

Your portrait remains here as if nothing
Displayed on the wall of memory
With the hurricane hair that adorned you
And your mouth of moisture making history

Your portrait has a Sun that doesn't appear
And a shadow that attacks you from the left
And that shine in your pupils is appreciated
Your portrait is only for those who remember

And in the oil of my dawn sky
I paint stars with the light of your memory
And the insomnia of this enamored Moon
And this Sun that is drunk waiting for you

Your portrait is the canvas of a sigh
With the frame of your scent everywhere

Your portrait is the wake of a laugh
The crimson of a fuchsia red like a wound
Your portrait is a rushed Van Gogh
And a line of Miró that is lost

Your portrait is not a painting to hang
Nor a sad foolishness to have you
It's the little that I have left and urges me
Not to use these pupils to see you

And in the oil of my dawn sky
I paint stars with the light of your memory
And the insomnia of this enamored Moon
And this Sun that is drunk waiting for you

Your portrait
Your portrait

Your portrait is my portrait in pieces
Because I've never been the same with your absence
It's putting together a crossword puzzle with scraps
Even if nostalgia loses patience

And in the oil of my dawn sky
I paint stars with the light of your memory
And the insomnia of this enamored Moon
And this Sun that is drunk waiting for you

I don't know when the finished began
Or if it's my tariff payment with nostalgia
Your portrait