Between a gloomy past,
dyed and stained by your absence,
the deep affection that is hidden,
Like a faint echo, it gives accent to the inherent words.

The moon, now alien and distant, feels strange,
and my heart shivers from the cold
It lacks the glow, the spark, the burning ember.

And yet, those days surround me again
in which I had you,
so close, so intimately close,
so much that the moon was suspicious
and the stars, unable to contain themselves, exploded.

We, from our insignificance
we observed the firmament with eyes
unbelievers, innocent,
and with the soul completely naked.

Today, the present dissolves into yesterday,
I'm afraid I can't hide
the desire to feel again
the delicate touch of your skin.