Mi Primavera

I owe you so much,
so much love that now,
I give you my resignation.
I know you loved me,
I can feel it.
I want to rest in your forgiveness.

I'm going to pretend
that you never left
that you went on a trip and nothing more.
And with your memory
when I'm very sad,
I'll keep my loneliness company.

I want my absence
to be big wings,
with which you can take off
on that long flight
with so many layovers,
and maybe get lost in one.

Here in the middle of nowhere
I'm going to talk about everything.
I'll try to find my way to continue.
And until the years
erase my memory
I won't stop asking myself:

Where will my spring be?
Where has the sun hidden from me,
that my garden forgot,
and the Soul withered me?