So far

I write to you from a place,
where time goes so slow,
and the hours pass without ceasing,

and my heart is silent.
far from you, my love,
the nights are eternal,

The cold invades my interior,
and in my dreams I find you barely.

Each letter that does not arrive,
is a tear that rolls,
is a sigh of loneliness.

But, although time passes,
and distance separates us,
my heart does not forget,
this love that does not go out.

Far from you, I lose myself,
in a sea of ​​nostalgia,
but in my chest always burns,
a flame of hope.