Torrente

My anxiety sobs...
Also my loneliness
I would like to cry cowardly.
Anguish of playing and suddenly,
unintentionally,
losing the heart in the torrent.
Our yesterday complains...
Complains with a tone of abandonment
that painfully remembers
the night of goodbye...
the night we filled with reproaches
and love passed by.

Goodbye...
the saddest and grayest love song.
Yesterday...
the last and fatal yesterday.
It was my disdain, my foolish disdain.
It was your bitterness, your dark bitterness.
Our selfishness threw us into the abyss
and suddenly we found ourselves in the most atrocious torrent.
Torrent of resentment
brutal and cruel
that no longer offers salvation.

The heart complains...
The heart complains rightfully
seeing what remains of that past.
Rose perfume
silent sound of glass
and everything is an abandoned nest.
The heart sobs...
sobs like an unloved child,
without shelter or hope.
And from the goodbye returns
the afternoon when we both were cowards
and love passed by.