Gustavo Esfumado Tras Las Hojas
Pastoral
Gustavo Vanished Behind the Leaves
Gustavo, vanished behind the leaves
I almost sense that I breathe today from your graves
And I build with every atom, my tears
When in the garden the dahlias want to be you
Morning time, close in letters and distant
That will bring you wrapped in part of waiting
I feel your strong breathing, agitated from traveling
Throughout the body of the one who made you arrive here
I know you are a vision, as beautiful as unreal
From the morning I saw you, vanished behind the leaves
Vanished behind the leaves
