Memoria De Un Tiempo Vivo

I always loved you in the wind,
that denies or gives itself,
and I only have the scent,
soul of your intimacy,
and being the owner of nothing,
all your absence gives it.

I went after a star,
to look for you beyond,
you were inside my blood,
like the warmth of salt;
following me humbly,
shadow of my darkness.

Always come back, my dream,
the one who goes inside my soul,
even though your absence suggests,
that I follow you beyond;
no one has what they seek,
the remedy is to find.

Memory of a living time,
that flows in my soul;
deepest river of dreams,
where everything will return;
because I had to lose you,
if I am never to find you.

I curse having memory,
and being able to forget you,
why do I go out to look for you
if you are the shooting star,
you fall from the sky far away,
like to go after you!

Always come back, my dream,
the one who goes inside my soul,
even though your absence suggests,
that I follow you beyond;
no one has what they seek,
the remedy is to find...