Viejos Amores

They come to visit you from time to time
They announce themselves
in a light dream,
they join hands
They are the old loves that run through you,
a labyrinth of flowers
even if you don't name them

They take the form of air and two aromas
always known
No one can change
the music of their words
They are the old loves that appear
unintentionally, suddenly,
even if you don't name them

Those who rescue you from some abyss,
those who give you a smile,
call this Sunday morning through the window
They are the old loves that are inside,
always beating,
even if you don't name them