I stand silent over your grave,my face covered by a black veil.I am afraid to cry, because it would hurt you,I close my eyes, I think I will wakeonce more to your caress.Your kiss right on my forehead,to wake to the sweetest voice,with the scent of milk on your hand…
To look once more into your eyes,to have them give me the sun again,just as they used to do,To see once morethat smile of yours,to listen closely to every word you say…
I want to fall asleep,once more upon your warm breast,for the two of us to play, to rejoicejust as we used to do.Now all I have left is to searchfor your scent,in this air I breathe, your facein every woman who passes by,the comfort of your arms,that, I will never find!!
