Con Las Manos Calladas

It was never so absurd to ask
how long the return takes,
it was never so useless to return
and leave you my kiss,
what a silly question it is to ask
the moment and the hour,
what question remains for me to walk
in the voice of its shadow,
what distance was I looking for at random
please, what distance,
that you broke my flesh in the goodbye
without shouting a tear,
how long will my heart be
your heartbeat and your rage,
and the perfume that a dream left me
with silent hands,
it was never so absurd to ask
for what so much and nothing...