SOLITUDINE

SOLITUDE

It rains outside,

And the rain tells me about you;

I cry now with this rain,

But I cry without you.

I feel cold, so homesick,

I feel this life hurting me;

I feel empty right now,

I feel this wind and this pain.

I walk alone in the cold rain,

Without joy and without having peace;

The day passes, the night arrives,

Pass this life that does not bring you back.

You left at the uncertain time,

Leaving your door open;

But nothing matters without his presence,

You will never return.

* J.L.BORGES