Amar Así

there are loves that steal the soul
that snatch even the crumbs
my love is a story
so unfortunate
to whom I love does not love me
between us there are no words

there are loves that grow slowly
like grass through the asphalt
my love is a story
silent, sad, and broken
to whom I love, it doesn't matter
this feeling that suffocates me

to love like this
how it hurts, how it hurts
when no one listens to you
to love like this
how it hurts, how it hurts
when no one understands you
to love blindly
without conditions
without hope
to love alone...

there are loves that never sprout
that die of cold and wither
my love is a story
so full of irony
to whom I love cannot imagine
that I have a raw soul.

to love like this...