ENRIQUE ALBERTO HURTADO MINOTTA (MARZO 26 DE 1952 / BUENAVENTURA - COLOMBIA)
Every time it rains
It rains torrentially on the city
and you are not with me.
Every time that it rains my soul is filled
with melancholy and your absence is every time bigger.
Beautiful memories come to my mind, hurriedly,
sweet memories that transport me to those times
where holding hands,
we wandered under the inclement rain.
The wet paths that separated our houses.
Your body was my shelter, and mine yours!
The warmth generated by the fire of our love
kept us dry amid of the rain.
They were the times of the love in full spring! !
I remember the day of my departure, it also rained
torrentially and the rain drops were confused
with our tears.
It also rained in our hearts that night!
Today when you are not close to my side
my sadness is every time bigger.
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