Adios, Parti

Goodbye I left
and I took among other things
a pinch of your magic, a bread
and a garment with your scent...

The bus left
our weeping city,
and memories found me surrendering to the night like a crow about to die.

It's not fair to speak this way,
but the shadow hurts me.
A fool said:
why do you water the withered roses?

Maybe I shouldn't tell you,
for it's like undressing
to show you a wound that you,
that you hide alone...

Goodbye, my love,
under the evening I left
my still warm desires,
vibes of good luck,
a letter with my name, signed in fire and blood,
and my faith in love.