My darling,
I must confess,
that I still remember the smell of your hair,
and how you held the suns in your hands,
autumn and summer in your eyes,
your laughter fluttering in the wind,
and resting on my soul,
in the chest of my memories,
your kisses,
your taste,
so far away,
the view of the old factory,
on that (our) balcony,
transports me to us,
our old days,
my past,
your tragedy,
to my tears,
my loneliness,
and to the secrets between our skirts,
we were everything,
then nothing,
we were fire,
then ashes,
I played with your hair,
tangled it between my fingers,
you lay your head in my lap,
an adolescent painting,
of overwhelming love,
young and inexperienced,
we broke our hearts,
oh,
you tore me to shreds.