Trenzas
Roberto Goyeneche
Braids
Braids
Sweet silk of your braids
Moon in the shadow of your skin
And of your absence
Braids that tied me in the yoke of your love
Almost soft yoke of your laughter, of your voice
Fine
Charity of my routine
I found your heart
On a corner
Braids of bitter mate color
That sweetened my gray lethargy
Where did your love of wild flower go?
Where, where did it go after loving you?
Maybe my heart had to lose you
And so my loneliness grows by searching for you
And I'm crying like this
Tired of crying
Entwined in your life
With braids of anxiety, without you
Why do I have to love
And finally leave
Sorrow
Old anguish of my sorrow
Truncated phrase of your voice
That chains me
Sorrow that fills me with words without resentment
Flame that calls you with the flame of love
Braids
Sweet silk of your braids
Moon in the shadow of your skin
And of your absence
Braids
Atrocious knot of raw leather
That tied me to your silent goodbye