Just think,
that hand in hand, you and I
will make metaphors
and throw them to the wind.
Just think,
sweet love of mine, you and I will be
like an afternoon breeze
caressing the lilies.
Just think,
love, the passing of our
impassioned existence
now just in spirit and feeling.
Just think,
there is no sunny day, no starry night,
nor light ,water, wine, fruit, smells;
just you and I.
Just think,
my sweetheart, that on Earth
only our yellow ashes remain,
separated from the soul, now just you and I.
Translation by:
Monique James & Belkis Possamai