Γελαστή φωτογραφία [Yelastí fotografía] [English translation]

And I'm whispering to you

If I love you in syllables

It's because I see you

Some nights, in my dream

Where you dress me in silk caresses.

It's because I'm scared

I'll wake up and lose you

Scared I might forget you completely.

And if I'm speaking to you with a voice

The skies don't hear,

It's because you've become

A smiling photograph

Colored absence, full of water.

It's that I caress

Your jacket at night

And I wear the caresses, as black buttons.

It's because I can't find

In any path

The gravel of the return.

Become fire to look at you

Become song in the mouth

Become celebration to lose myself

Hide everywhere so I can find you.