A Quien Amar
Kika Edgar
Who to Love
Nothing consoles me, not the farce of other kisses
nothing moves me, nothing stirs your memory.
You are always
in the simplest things in the world
I see you in the fire,
water, air, earth.
What good is the verse
the rhyme, the excess
so far from you?
What do I do with the moon
that insists on my window
so far from me?
Where do I put the kiss
and the rest of this love
about to explode in me?
Who to love
if not you?
No one has the sharpness or brightness of your eyes
no one convinces me, no one defeats your memory.
You are always
in the simplest things in the world
I see you in the fire,
water, air, earth.
What good is time to me
if today I have your laughter
so far from me?
What good is the piano?
the notes in my hands
get lost without you
What do I do with my life
if you are not here?
How can I be happy?
Who to love
if not you?
