Sometimes I think
that
Our tomorrow is already in the past,

I wonder if my desperation
is equal to your absence..

Think about this word,

–Your absence–

This is a word that resounds in me,
In every corner with terrible echoes

I miss you

And all that I am,
Dreams, desires, my body, my intelligence,
The eternal volcano, the sea, the wind

They move towards you

And produce words I write to feel close to you

I know no one ever, no one force will stop me
to love you

Never

Mia Marta