Zamba del corazón

With your body,
with your fiber, your soul,
with the handkerchief
of the heart.
Everything is without you
desolation.
I feel fear
and from your absence,
jealousy, how to explain that to reason
There is that wicker, brunette and earth.
My handkerchief rises
in zamba and flies
to find the sky of your passion.
My heart didn't imagine
a space in my life,
a time without your caress,
your skin, your voice.
Thank you love for that sun,
that in the courtyard of my love
draws dancing shadows.