The Sleeping Words

Tenderness of my life, in yesterday's sky,
It was vain to say goodbye and the distance was strange
My arms were slime without your waiting,
My poetry had no destiny without your sea or your sand.
Today, as the crystal of dawn splinters in the gardens,
cn ancient elegy dawns with it.
Without thinking, we are already lovers of tomorrow,
Fearing to speak what dwells in souls.
In me the sleeping words are born without shadows.
They are the ones that name you: "Tenderness of my life".
"Tenderness of my life".
In me the sleeping words are born without shadows.
They are the ones that name you: "Tenderness of my life".