Aunque Mañana No Estés

The verdict is in
The sentence is this love
The judges on duty chose to laugh
The dumbest men choose
Dreams,
Guilty.
No matter what happens
My patience will endure
Longing for the letters that never arrived,
Crying for the scent of the river on your angelic breasts.
And even if you're not here tomorrow,
I'll whistle softly and bite my lips,
After waiting for you so long
And continuing to do so.
Men succumb
To the power of passion
I wish to explain that I am just one more
I wish to explain what the cadences
Of the soul are.
I don't understand the distance
How it exists and isn't real
I'm a prisoner of your effect
I'm foolish for it
I wish to be a cloud and fly to the north,
Slowly.
And even if you're not here...