Yearning

The crickets sing accompanied by their sonorous violins, I wonder where you will be... See that the moon flirts with them, and who will you smile with?

The fireflies illuminate the recital, and your face does not appear. In my thoughts you fade like the moon. The cocuyos dance happily to the beat of the cello,

He smiled, they dissipate me to solitude, while I lose myself in the bonfire that my cigarette lit.

Colombia