Love story (5)

A strand of longing is now a past wound

Untouched by time unreachable by thought

Then disappears rolling and dies in the loneliness of the heart

A strand of longing that molts aborts lust

Curb the feeling to have you

Even though I know it will be impossible to be together

When the dusk is red

It’s no longer so beautiful

When you are anxious

Accompany your sadness

When all our stories have broken up

A strand of longing that I can no longer tie together

A strand of longing that has now been frozen

Faded away and turned to ashes

You no longer hold me

I have to let go of all the torturing feelings in the soul

Dusk is a witness to the beauty of our story

If I miss this

I have to give it a name

I want to write it

All the time I have

As deep as the breath I breathe

As many pens as I scratch

Check the millions of memories that keep bothering

Trace the billions of love that are endlessly stretched out

I want to translate this longing

On the lyrics and lines that gave birth to a list of verses

Then I turn it into a lullaby

When your face comes to the night and my dreams are far away