If You Had Held Me Again
I could no longer rest my head upon your chest,
and you could no longer keep me safe within your embrace.
A home beneath one humble roof was ours to build,
if only your heart had chosen to hold me once again.
❤️
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Now the evenings arrive carrying your silence,
and every familiar corner remembers your name.
Like a fading cherry blossom drifting across a distant wind,
our love lingers where my hands can no longer reach.
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The deepest sorrow is not losing you—
it is knowing we could have stayed, if love had held on a little longer.
Yet somewhere beyond regret and time,
I keep a light for you within my soul,
where every unfinished dream still whispers:
we were almost forever.❤
Se Mi Avessi Tenuta Come Prima
Non ho più trovato il tuo petto dove posare il capo in silenzio, e tu non hai saputo custodirmi tra le tue braccia come un tempo.
Avremmo potuto vivere sotto lo stesso tetto, costruendo una casa di sogni e di piccoli giorni condivisi.
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Se mi avessi tenuta come prima, forse il destino avrebbe dimenticato di separarci.
Ora resta soltanto il dolce dolore del tuo nome, che il mio cuore pronuncia ancora come una preghiera d'amore. ❤️🌙
*Si Me Hubieras Guardado Como Antes*
No pude volver a descansar mi cabeza sobre tu pecho,
y tú tampoco lograste protegerme entre tus brazos.
Quizá habríamos construido un hogar bajo el mismo techo,
si el amor hubiera encontrado el camino de regreso.
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Pero el amor verdadero no desaparece;
cambia de forma, se vuelve canción,
se convierte en la luz que acompaña al viajero
cuando la noche parece interminable.
Y aunque ya no compartamos el mismo cielo,
ni el mismo techo, ni los mismos caminos,
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hay una parte de mi alma que aún te nombra
con la dulzura con que se pronuncia una oración.
Porque algunos amores no terminan:
se vuelven poesía,
se vuelven memoria,
y viven para siempre
en el lugar más profundo del corazón. ❤️🌹
River Beneath Stillness
Late.
The need for beginning has passed—
only the after remains.
Desire thinned,
nearly silent.
The heart knows:
what endures
is what we keep.
Recognition—
a current
beneath stillness.
Few words.
Fewer needed.Davos
Your hand—
neither vow nor question—
only a quiet shelter.
Between us,
the residue of living:
folded grief,
a dimming light of memory.
Nothing apart.
Even wounds grow still
within the same evening.
In a fading courtyard
light descends—
time loosens.
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