Cuando Baja La Marea
Yuri
When the Tide Goes Out
Air, on this beautiful summer afternoon
Your memory is a gray photo
That the hours are blurring
How difficult to draw your features
Midday after leaving.
Air, yes your eyes were black figs
Yes, your teeth lemon slices
I don't remember the length of your eyebrows
I can't even barely talk
About anything other than your scent.
The mind when the tide goes out
Out of pure instinct for preservation
Tries to cauterize every trace
Left behind by the passage of love.
The mind when the tide goes out
Revealing the structure of pain
Activates a defense mechanism
So the heart doesn't drown.
Beautiful, with your perfect Hebrew-like profile
Disheveled, full of projects
Shoulders burdened and old shoes.
Air, I'm out of breath
On this beautiful summer afternoon
I can't describe you
Your memory is a faintly outlined photo
That the hours are blurring
Oh, no.
Air, I try to draw
Your features but I can hardly do it anymore
No matter how hard I try
How difficult it is to recognize
With everything we loved
That you have barely left a mark.
Air, now when the tide goes out
And the shipwreck is complete
What a shame!
