I Always Think Of You. Poem by William Perez

The style of the shadows that they disguise yesterday are dripping illusions, which we lost without doing.

The Januarys so gloomy of joys, only give way to the months that take our lives away, and in the bustling cycle of thinking without finding, it only frustrates the fainted hope of sadness;

I'm on my way to autumn, wondering what things, if in life we understand the damage of some roses.

I keep thinking about you, I wonder if the increasingly limited future would promote that encounter, I regret, then I think, that the banishment of love has become eternal.

Sometimes I don't want to think, thinking if it's worth that effort, to keep thinking about you, challenging those winds, natural elements, of fierce waves and seas, miles, and that encounter.

I keep thinking about you, I hope I don't stop doing it, because I run the enormous risk of forgetting who I believe, and that's a fatal mistake and now in that wait for January and those winds, I want to ask you, if you think, in the blood you threw for time.