Puedo Apostar

Once again the moon sets in front of me
To invite me to bet that tonight like the
Others you will not arrive.

A letter and your photos are the witnesses
That your memory is more alive than me.

And it's not the fact that every night
My hands ask me where are you?
And it's not the fact of groping for you knowing
That you are not.
It's the way I miss you, that I don't
I tend to think,
To think about you and not kiss you.

I can bet that tonight I'm not going to lose.