My voice tried to find the wind to caress her hearing. She must belong to someone else, just as she belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, it is true, but maybe I still love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.
Because through nights like tonight I held her in my arms, My soul cannot be relieved now that I lost her. And these are the last verses that I write about her. I love you so, love. Meet me at midnight. If I cry all afternoon Return to The Beauty and Love Page .