Ojalá

Hopefully, may the leaves not touch your body when they fall,
so you can't turn them into glass.
Hopefully, may the rain stop being a miracle
that falls down your body.
Hopefully, may the moon be able to rise without you.
Hopefully, may the earth not kiss your steps.

Hopefully, may your constant gaze come to an end,
the precise word, the perfect smile.
Hopefully, something happens that erases you suddenly,
a blinding light, a shot of snow.
Hopefully, at least let death take me,
so I don't see you so much, so I don't see you always
in every second and in every vision.
Hopefully, may I not be able to touch you not even in songs.

Hopefully, may the dawn not scream falling on my back.
Hopefully, may that voice forget your name.
Hopefully, the walls don't retain your noise of tired footsteps.
Hopefully, may desire follow you,
to your old realm of the deceased and flowers.

Hopefully, may your constant gaze come to an end,
the precise word, the perfect smile.
Hopefully, something happens that erases you suddenly,
a blinding light, a shot of snow.
Hopefully, at least let death take me,
so I don't see you so much, so I don't see you always
in every second and in every vision.
Hopefully, may I not be able to touch you not even in songs.

Hopefully, something happens that erases you suddenly,
a blinding light, a shot of snow.
Hopefully, at least let death take me,
so I don't see you so much, so I don't see you always
in every second and in every vision.
Hopefully, may I not be able to touch you not even in songs.