Trenzas

Braids,
sweet silk of your braids,
moon in shadow of your skin
and of your absence.
Braids that tied me in the yoke of your love,
almost soft yoke of your laughter of your voice...
Fine
charity of my routine,
I found your heart
in a corner...
Braids of the color of bitter mate
that sweetened my gray lethargy.

Where did your wildflower love go?
Where, where did it go after loving you?
Maybe my heart had to lose you
And so my loneliness is enlarged by searching for you.
And I'm crying like this
tired of crying,
braided to your living
with braids of anxiety... without you!
Why will I have to love
and at last leave!

Sorrow,
old anguish of my sorrow,
truncated phrase of your voice
that chains me...
Sorrow that fills me with words without rancor,
flame that calls you with the flame of love.
Braids,
sweet silk of your braids,
moon in shadow of your skin
and of your absence,
braids,
atrocious knot of rawhide
that tied me to your mute goodbye...