Flores de Invierno

Grandma, even though you're gone
You're still by my side, not as close as I'd like

With spring water, my soul of wax writes to you
With the calm of one who waits for dawn again
You were my plea in war, my veil of sorrow and time
You were my fire, earth, my ice, my sand and wind
And now I regret
Regret my torment
For not saying I love you more times in the moment
And I'm sorry
For not coming to see you more
For not telling you sooner
For not hugging you tighter
For showing you my indifferent face
For having to watch you leave
To appreciate my luck
You taught me to be a person, before being a good grandson
To know how to say sorry and understand what respect is
To take care of things
To fulfill what I promise
And that sometimes a few roses make a complete garden
Grandma, you were my best school
The shoes of this man bear your name on the sole
If I knew that God lives there are two things I would ask
That your memory comforts me and that your absence doesn't hurt me
I ask for forgiveness for the pain that afflicts me
To write you a song with what I didn't say
Grandma
How great must heaven be
For the heart that once enamored my grandfather to fit
You'll be in heaven.. When you take flight
Today my soul cries again and my winter flowers dry up again
You'll remain in time, your memory is eternal
I'm not afraid of the darkness, because from somewhere I know you can see us and you can see us
I'll paint the shape of my ideas on the water
When the sun warms the ground, from heaven you'll see it
In the form of rain or tears
I'll give God my pages to read
You can't imagine how many long hours in tides
Looking for stars in the infinite without looking on my rooftop
Because there you placed several
So charming and fleeting
Those that left areas of poets without a message
I pay tribute to your lineage with a solid language
You were the spark... Of my courage
With this pen I make my journey
With the ironic blackmail of carrying your memory in my luggage
Killing time looking for the atoms of wind in the breeze with the essence of your laughter I lost your breath your story on my shelf
It's not my love that goes slow, it's my pain that goes fast, you left with your departure the untouchable memories
1000 Sparks
1000 Stories
And 1000 indelible footprints
In any problem you didn't look for a culprit
Because before being a grandmother you were already a good mother
You were the lighthouse of my ship sailing adrift
You were a puddle in my desert, you were the bowl of my wound
Grandma... I don't want a farewell, I'll love you when I die and I'll love you all this life
You'll be in heaven.. When you take flight
Today my soul cries again and my winter flowers dry up again
You'll remain in time, your memory is eternal
I'm not afraid of the darkness, because from somewhere I know you can see us
You'll be in heaven.. When you take flight
Today my soul cries again and my winter flowers dry up again
You'll remain in time, your memory is eternal
I'm not afraid of the darkness, because from somewhere I know you can see us and you can see us