All the smiles, all the jokes, all the nerves that made us whole.
Where have they gone? Where do I go?
Now that what we were is a simple memory, a piece of history-that seems to be the only thing that keeps me persevering.
All the tears that I cried. Knowing that I couldn't be by your side.
All the times I said, 'God why? ' You were everything to me the breeze that made me breathe.
Now you have said, 'It's done.' ' I never loved you not once.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem