THE SUN AND THE WIND
The tracks you left finally chase
And try to conceive your presence,
Will becoming so intense,
Although it envision any danger,
The much wanted to be with you,
And I know that look in your indifference
Dictating a painful and futile sentence
And I condemn her to homelessness.
But even so, I no longer fear the luck,
And finally when approaching death,
I'll make sure this one moment
Where I was happy and knew
The rare morning that comes from you
And at this moment at least, loose in the wind ...