Aire

Air, on this slow summer afternoon
Your memory is a gray photo
That the waves are blurring
How difficult to draw your features
Midday after leaving

Air, if your eyes were black figs
If your teeth lemon slices
I don't remember the arch of your eyebrows
I can't even hardly talk
About anything other than your scent

The mind when the tide goes out
Out of pure instinct for preservation
Tries to cauterize every trace
Left behind by the passage of love

The mind when the tide goes out
Revealing the structure of pain
Activates a defense mechanism
So the heart doesn't drown

Air, I'm out of breath
On this beautiful summer afternoon
I can't describe you
Your memory is a faintly outlined photo
That the waves are blurring
Oh, no

Air, I try to draw
Your features I almost see I can't anymore,
even though I try
How difficult it is to recognize,
with all that we love
That you have hardly left a mark on me

Air, now when the tide goes out
And the shipwreck is complete
What a shame