I thought it was the night that was leaving
but it was you who took my moon
my stars, my seas, my lullaby.
The dream of your skin and the
the sweetness of your kisses
are still in my mouth.
You go and your silence knocks me down,
knocks down each star, one by one, to the ground.
It takes me to my reflection in a lagoon
of the city, where I stand alone and cry.
And the sun is all shadow and the shadow is my
misfortune, the captive nostalgia for your love.
In the sadness of your farewell, now I live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem