Aire

Air, on this beautiful summer afternoon
Your memory is a gray photo
That the hours are blurring
How difficult to draw your features
Half a day after leaving
Air, if your eyes were black figs
If your teeth lemon slices
I don't remember the length of your eyebrows
I can't even talk, barely
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 profile
Disheveled, full of projects
Shoulders burdened and old shoes

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

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
Maybe I hope, I can hardly do it anymore
No matter how hard I try
How difficult it is to recognize
With everything we love
That you have barely left a mark on me
Air, now when the tide goes out
And the shipwreck is complete
What a shame