And if one day the turbulence slip us away,
If my weakness and your strength conspire,
If your day and my night disarrange;
And my pride can more than your pain,
I want you know that, in my chest
In my chest and in the hidden of my soul
I'll cry your lost and I'll suffer your oblivion
And even through my coldness our love will remain alive.
Don't believe always in this mouth that says so many things
Believe in my eyes, in my eyes that are more yours than mine
My eyes deep and sincere
My eyes happy, ashamed, sad,
Anyways, these eyes of mine so yours.
And be sure about, oh only love of mine!
That it has been heavier my conscience...
My conscience and its chains, my prejudices and my dilemmas
Than your honesty and the little that you used to offer me,
And I say little because you used to say it
Not cause I felt it like that
Because you were giving me everything having nothing
Because in you I have everything and I have nothing.
DATE: October 28th 2014
BY: Madelaine Bustamante
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