Absence in the Wide Blue Yonder
Goes a wandering cloud
My past does not return
It is not that I am crying
What I cry is different
Enters more in the core of the soul
But as in the sky without people
The cloud floats calmly
What I cry is different
It is in the centre of the soul
While in the silent sky
The cloud sways calmly
And this brings back a sadness
And the memory is that it saddens
I give to longing a richness
Of emotion that time weaves
But in fact, what cries
In my bitter anxiety
Higher than the cloud lives
Is beyond the yearning
But in the end what cries
In this sad bitterness
Lives in the highest heaven
In the purest nostalgia
I do not know what it is nor do I consent
To the soul that knows it well
Because of the pain with which I lie
The pain that my soul has
I do not know what it is nor do I consent
To the soul that knows it well
Because of the pain with which I lie
The pain that is in my soul