Roberto Perez-Franco

absent soul

Machine translation from the original, not yet reviewed by the author.

Original in Spanish

Soulwhen you are absenteverything dies in the gray silence of my sadnessmy gazemy thoughtsmy attentionmy caution

Your absence is not like the absence of airwhich kills at oncewith no more suffering than a brief agony

Your absence is rather like the absence of waterwhich makes one languish slowlydraining one’s strengthsilencing the spirit

Absent soulwhy—as you leave—do you take with youthe color of thingsthe light of the worldthe reason for my life?why do you leave me so soonknowing that without you melancholy will drown me?

How empty I feel when my Soul is absent!