Amor Perdido

Sometimes I think
that it wasn't real
the echo of an echo
nothing more.
Sometimes I feel
that sensation
of a classic story
of fiction.

Maybe it came from somewhere
that didn't exist and won't exist
and only I believed to touch.

Love, love, lost love
at the border of oblivion
that one day will return as if nothing
to stay and live.

Love, love, lost love
gift from a stranger
that one day
will come back to rescue me
from my breathless world.

Some nights
you appear
a shapeless ghost
without light
Then my imagination flies
and I hear the sound
of your voice
In the midst of loneliness
and within a darkness
that envelops me more and more

Love, love, lost love ...

Maybe it came from somewhere
that didn't exist and won't exist
and only I believed to touch.

Love, love, lost love ...