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No, no es tu mano en mi mejilla,
es la suave y fría brisa del invierno
que, al rozar, evoca en mí, la cubilla
de esos cálidos días de verano.
Mucho más atrás, esos hermosos recuerdos
cuando la música de fondo silenciaba nuestras ganas
de esos apasionados momentos
juntos, unísonos en la cama.
Esos recuerdos de calor de hogar
se apagaron por tu traición,
solo me queda la bofetada
y una estaca en el corazón.
Mataste toda ilusión con tu frialdad vampiresa,
bebiste mi tibia sangre, exprimiste mis cimientos.
Se apagó el deseo, la flama,
se avaneció el encanto, lloro.
Ayer, el agua que refresca;
hoy, la nieve que cubre todo
Ayer, tus manos, tus labios en mi mejilla
Hoy, el recuerdo, la tristeza, el olvido.
No, no es tu mano en mi mejilla,
es el amigo virtual de Hive
que al leer mis cónsonas Letras
me acompaña, vive, convive.
Preamble
Dear English-speaking virtual friends, I apologise in advance because I am aware that a poem translated from Spanish into English loses its meaning, rhythm and metrical structure. I used the online tool DeepL Pro and gave it a personal touch according to my knowledge of the English language, but I could not construct the corresponding rhymes.
No, it's not your hand on my cheek,
it's the soft, cold winter breeze
that, as it brushes against me, evokes in me, the warm summer days.
Of those warm summer days.
Far further back, those beautiful memories
when the music in the background is silenced, our desires
of those passionate moments
together, united in bed.
Those memories, the warmth of home
your betrayal extinguished them,
I'm left with only the slap in the face
and a stake in my heart.
You killed all illusion with your vampire coldness,
drank my warm blood, and squeezed my foundations.
I weep, the desire was extinguished, the flame,
the charm is gone.
Yesterday, the water that refreshes
Today, the snow covers everything
Yesterday, your hands, your lips on my cheek
Today, memory, sadness, and forgetfulness.
No, it's not your hand on my cheek,
it's Hive's virtual friend
who, when reading my consonant Letters
accompanies me, lives, coexists.
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de Poesía auspiciado por la comunidad 
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club sponsored by the
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