My dear sailor:
A deep sorrow darkens even the innermost veins of my soul at the thought of you. Many moons ago, when the world was younger, the sea told me that you were on the last star in the universe, one that has no name. It told me that there was a crystal beach there, where the sand looks like snow and every grain is a broken dream.
Even though so much time has passed, every evening, when the sky is tinged with fire and the stars begin to be born announcing the nostalgic darkness, the seagulls ask me about you and the waves of the sea whisper your name. When tears fall down my cheeks like shattered angels, the shells recite poems you once wrote me and the wind sings all the melodies that were lost after so many nights.
Every minute, every instant, I miss your caresses and I dream of the day when a white sailboat will approach drawing trails in the water. Mi corazón continúa quemándose por el fuego de nuestro romance. Todavía hay potentes llamas que crean un incendio tan fuerte que hace ver los infiernos como solo una cerilla. Sé que aún me amas; las noches de luna llena escucho tus llantos desgarrando los recuerdos que las palmeras cobijan bajo sus hojas. Oigo cómo me llamas tantas veces que la aurora responde por mí y el sol llora de pena. Todavía le hablo a los peces de ti, trazando tu rostro en el agua y sacando viejas memorias de un cajón olvidado. Recuerdo que cuando nos mirábamos a los ojos, congelando el tiempo como si fuera el alma de un cruel tirano, ambos nos perdíamos en un laberinto de poemas y rosas.
The birds feel sorry for me, they cry every morning and scream at me to forget you, to wait for another unfortunate man to be lost in a violent storm. However, you are not just a man, you are a sailor in love who shattered my heart and an island with his departure. Someday this beach will disappear, the sea will dry up, the sun in a thousand pieces will break and my soul will wither. May you be shipwrecked again and return to this island before the dreams we dared to imagine so many years ago are shattered. May this moon be honey and not stone. May you embrace me again while you paint me blue, green, red...
I have waited too long for you lying on the sand, accompanied only by loneliness and praying to the wind to bring your white sailboat back to these shores. I know that you also hear me singing at dawn, I know that you also see me in your dreams and that you still desire me as strongly as you did so many years ago. Although we are different beings and our love seems impossible, I will wait for you. I will wait for you until the end of time, when the night ceases to exist and all the birds of the world are mute. This beach is ours and it will be until the sun goes out. Now then, I bid you farewell; see you in the next dream.
Yours to infinity:
Your siren.
