La Vida Sense Tu

Life is a morning every day
When I used to pick you up
A black hoodie, wide jeans
A faded mural.

Life is a philology class
Where we stirred up tomorrow
A red sun sneaking into the assembly
Dirty notes, golden hair.

Life is a Thursday that would end
At your student flat
Four yellow candles in the kitchen
Naked shadows, broken dishes.

Life is a blue sky at noon
When we climbed to the rooftop
An Extremoduro song, clothes hanging
Valencia between white sheets.

Life is closing our eyes, laughing again
Calling to the wind, feeling free
Life is wishing to be born again
Running all alone, feeling you grow

Life is the cold cutting our faces
And a tear burning our cheeks
Life is understanding that I must learn
Learn to live
Life without you

Life is biting into sweet fruit
On the steps of the Central Market
Climbing up Cavallers to Valldigna
Smoking oblivion, singing at the top of our lungs.

Life is a collapsed house
Crossing the Serrans towers
'Love, humor, respect' on the facade
Fire and shrapnel in our hands.

Life is taking the first tram
From the wooden bridge to El Cabanyal
An orange city in the windows
A world at war in tired eyes.

Life is an abandoned boat
That we found in front of the sea
Feeling like two shipwrecks on the beach
The last time you kissed me