Enero

When winter rains on your absence
I look for you in my memories, calling you
And I soak in the sun of your presence
Because there is always January on your skin
Green goodbye handkerchief
From the camalotal
Who left in a river of love
To loneliness
Where is your happy laugh?
Where? Where was it?
The Red Summer of Sol
How golden your skin is
You are in the romance of the peach tree
With a wild taste of Moon and honey
And in the warm tear, turned into the verse
From a summer love that left me