It is still time to tell you
now that the wound still doesn't hurt,
that I love you without you demanding it from me
to be the fence of your shadow
that follows you and limits you.
br/>Do not try to make me yours,
I am no good as a captive.
I only know of one path
to tie myself to your landscape
and it is the one that the river is making.
Love me like this
and don't expect anything more than the memory,
my poor memory
and a bouquet of wind.
Even if you think I use you,
br/>I do it like I breathe the air,
I don't know how I can explain to you
that your life is yours alone
and that I don't belong to anyone.
If you knew that between Your arms
I chain myself peacefully
and that is when the most terrible sadness comes on
which is the urgency of losing you.