Hoy Tiré Viejas Hojas
Nito Mestre
Today I Threw Old Leaves
Today I threw old leaves
Those that spoke of the past
I finished writing
With the last breath at three
On the table remain
The smiles you left
Once, upon waking up
Today the sweet missing words
Are in my chest
Whispering to the soul
The calm it must have
They rise in the sheets
Caresses that today
Will have to wait
For that skin that loves and you're not here
Today I lay on the bed
And capture love in my pillow
I just hope to find it again
In today's dream
Looking at those eyes how they shine
Inside me, ready to love
To love
