Tabaco

Your voice emerged from the shadows
like a distant reproach;
your voice that cries and names me
while even more amazed
the ghosts of this night.
My eyes are closed
by the terror of silence;
my heart, torn apart
because I haven't forgiven myself
for all the harm I caused you.

But, much, much more
my hands miss your loving hands...
But, much, much more
I am stunned to know you so close and so far...
And as I smoke, the smoke forms your figure
and in the tobacco aroma, your fragrance
talks to me about distances,
about your forgetfulness and my madness...
You who live happily
maybe tonight you'll remember me.

It seems like a dream of anguish
from which I wake up trembling
and the violets of that anguish
are strewn and withered
and my eyes are soothing.
The poor ones remain closed
by the terror of silence...
My heart, torn apart
because I haven't forgiven myself
for all the harm I caused you.