Estigma De Amor

If I look at the sky, I always find solace,
because even though you're far away, it's the same roof.
If I write poems that speak of your memories,
I know your prayer in response is you're wasting your time.
And the same is not in vain, I have lived too much,
even with so much history, you are and will remain.

I will hug and kiss you in my dreams,
I will wake up, soaked in your memory.
I will walk knowing that one day I was between your fingers.
You will be my stigma of love, for I had you and lost your flight.

Looking through the streets, I found your silhouette,
and I desperately go to give you a hug.
I don't reach the corner of the train to face my failure,
for fear of knowing who she is holding your hand today.
And time is not in vain, I have lived too much,
even with so much history, you are and will remain.

I will hug and kiss you in my dreams,
I will wake up, soaked in your memory.
I will walk knowing that one day I was between your fingers.
You will be my stigma of love, for I had you and lost your flight.

How difficult it is to erase memories beyond the body.
You turned love into a whole mystery.
And even if you're no longer here, it doesn't matter
it's enough to know.

I will hug and kiss you in my dreams,
I will wake up, soaked, soaked in your memory.
I will walk knowing that one day I was between your fingers.
You will be my stigma of love, for I had you and lost your flight.
You will be my stigma of love, it's already a pride to know
that your mouth belonged to me yesterday.