11 Days...

Today again your remembrance comes to my memory

and I still keep you photos to which I turn from time to time

but is not like that how I remember you,

is not motionless with static laughter that I remember you.

I remember you in my arms, your body covered with my caresses,

with swollen eyes of tenderness, fixed to mine.

That is how I remember you.

We thought we were greater than the water beneath us,

but you see that everything ends, even the most intense and beautiful.

Surely I will draw on your memory a thousand nights after the last one,

and my lips will byte the corners of my pillow instead of your nipples.

But it's ok, ‘cause it was good while it lasted,

the Sun watched us put our hands together, and the Moon our bellies;

every single kiss was given with tenderness,

and every other with a bit of lust,

every single caress had the intention to find you,

and for 11 days they did.