La Carta
Sergio Vargas
The Letter
It all started with a letter
A love letter
Where I spoke of yearning
Of distance and pain
And in the letter I told her
That she was my great desire
And I adored my dreams
With all my heart.
I had come to believe
That I could never have her
I had come to think
That I could never reach her.
And when I could reach her
I had believed to find
A love tailored
A chosen woman
To end jealousy
Disappointments and lies
To teach me to love life
To fill it with smiles
From loneliness, comfort
And from anguish, farewell.
A love without hurry
Without pause but without hurry
To return to my soul
The calm it once had
A love without problems and without pain
To teach my heart well
How life should be seen.
Oh, oh, oh, a love
To forget everything before
And delight in the illusion
Of falling in love more each day.
I still remember her face
Her way of kissing
My heart stops
And I want to look for her
I still hear her words
When the afternoon fades
And I tell my pillow
What sadness, loneliness
I had come to believe
That I could never have her
I had come to think
That I could never reach her.
And when I could reach her
I had believed to find
A love tailored
A chosen woman
To end jealousy
Disappointments and lies
To teach me to love life
To fill it with smiles
From loneliness, comfort
And from anguish, farewell.
A love without hurry
Without pause but without hurry
To return to my soul
The calm it once had
A love without problems and without pain
To teach my heart well
How life should be seen.
Oh, oh, oh, a love
To forget everything before
And delight in the illusion
Of falling in love more each day.
