Source: own
Where did you leave the aurora I gave you?
Where are the living stars and the dead stars
that we visited on our summer nights?
Where are the kisses stolen, delivered, forced and imagined?
Where the first caresses
and where the lascivious caresses that made you tremble?
Where is the first glance, the one that escaped among the people,
the dreamed one and the forgotten one?
Where is the first inconfessable touch, the furtive, that made me tremble?
Where is the pleasure sought, the lost and the found?
Where is the transmutable surrender that made me mad?
Where are the words that made us believe, grow, retreat and flee?
Where is the love that we give to each other without any balance?
Where are you that I no longer see you, that I don't smell you?
I know. You are in the rickety chest of my memories,
next to the forgotten photographs and the bottles full of messages that we never send, where only your absence and all the ghosts that come from ten o'clock onwards fit.
