Down an unknown path, the dust
swept away the human anxiety.
The spaces were slowly
merging with the darkness.
Coldness crept into the apartments.
Everything disappeared that, even
yesterday, brought fantasies about you.
Now the skies rule our silences,
and no other woman can have that look of yours.
There is no distance in which my soul
can find its place, obsessed with you.
There is nothing to announce your arrival!
Only silence – simple and inexplicable.
And the premature dusk
dashes my hopes.
You are far away:
your absence finally determines
the main characteristics of my writing.
I think about you.
But, I cannot determine
the distance
between our longings.