Distance and time, now joined,
Have made the tear gets lost
Like trembling drop of dew,
Sliding slow, a river through
Flying sigh my chest escapes
To inhabit near his hearing,
Sigh diluted when succumbing
In close contact with the stone.
Not a single word of comfort
My soul misses, he reflects
My hope dies in the insomnia
Of a love that bleeds the entrail.
¿When the longing breaths its last?
This slow death harms me deep,
While time goes, I long of him
In shroud sheltered, ¡for his miss!
