De menos

The bridge doesn't reach, the river is narrow
the rain is the trap, the rain is the snare
I walk quickly, neither looking nor finding
neither stepping nor wanting nor having nor giving

The street changed its path and doesn't return
different rules are days without seeing you
I lost the signal, the schedules, the trains
nostalgia is the verb that thinks of your scent

And I miss you, miss you, miss you
empty space in my heart

November leaves and leaves us dry leaves
the sea is rooftops wires antennas
I encourage myself to forget you in the days that come
although it rained today, there are shirts in the sun

And I miss you, miss you, miss you
empty space in my heart
And I miss you, miss you, miss you
empty space in my heart