Tabaco

Your voice emerged from the shadows
like a distant reproach;
your voice that cries and names me
while the ghosts of this night
are even more amazed.
My eyes are closed
by the terror of silence;
my heart, torn apart
because I haven't forgiven myself
for all the harm I caused you.

But, much, much more
my hands miss your loving hands...
But, much, much more
I feel dizzy knowing you're so close yet so far...
And as I smoke, the smoke forms your figure
and in the tobacco scent, your fragrance
talks to me about distances,
about your forgetfulness and my madness...
You who live happily
maybe tonight you'll remember me.

It seems like a dream of anguish
from which I wake up trembling
and the violets of that anguish
are scattered and withered
while my eyes seek solace.
The poor ones remain closed
by the terror of silence...
My heart, torn apart
because I haven't forgiven myself
for all the harm I caused you.