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River traveler

Walking once
by the esplanade -
delighted I stayed
seeing a flower
scenting the river.
 
It was angelic
like the orange blossom
and ran and ran,
crossing the horizon -
it got lost.
 
I wanted to touch it,
I wanted to hug it,
I wanted to love it like you.
- Not that I was a magician
to contain
the force of the river.
 
And it was hiding itself
and it went away,
later it disappeared.
The years passed by
and the arcane of time
took it away from me.
 
That's why in my dreams
when I remember of you,
I go sad on the esplanade,
 
To see if the river
changed the current
and to see my flower again.
 

When I don't hear from you

When i don't hear from you,
I love you even more
because in my dreams I saw
you let two tears break out.
 
My lips, constantly,
more and more you kissed,
and I din't know what I felt
when I heard you say
trembling with emotion,
'my sweetheart,,, how happy I am!'
 
My life without you,
no longer can be,
like the see without coral,
honeycomb without honey.
The fire in your eyes I saw,
and the contact of your sensual skin,
 
will burn me with a warmth
of sun and sea.
And in my silence I heard
the shout of your heart
whispering with a flowing
sweet voice:
 
Darling... my darling, how much I suffer,
I suffer... when I don't hear from you!
And when you write to me I know, my love,
that you don't live without me,
and that you won't forget that I am
thinking or you.
 

It's true

It's true that the loves one has in life
are never forgotten
They're aromas that linger in the air
and that leave a trail of fragances behind
 
It's true, that the moon and a romance in the distance
are luxuries
that decorate the deepest feelings
and that leave an emblem of hope behind
 
Maybe tomorrow will be the new day
when you call me asking me to come back again
Maybe, then, we'll see the mistakes
and within our hearts we'll start to live
 
Maybe tomorrow will be the new day
when the most beautiful things we'll once again see
Maybe, then, finally, at last,
wipe the slate clean, we'll come to understand
that love is the right and duty.
 
It's true that the loves one has in life
are never forgotten
They're aromas that linger in the air
and that leave a trail of fragances behind
 
Maybe tomorrow will be the new day
when you call me asking me to come back again
Maybe, then, we'll see the mistakes
and within our hearts we'll start to live
 
Maybe tomorrow will be the new day
when the most beautiful things we'll once again see
Maybe, then, finally, at last,
wipe the slate clean, we'll come to understand
that love is the right and duty.