Poem "Poesia" |Trémulo

^{I've written a book,
full of heartfelt words,
feelings in the ink,
with words that do not yet fill.}

^{I search through its pages for your essence,
observed between his lines your presence.
You are a stain of hope,
a memory of sadness.}

^{I live in bed in stories,
I wake up immersed in your verses.
I want to complete this story,
to finally close this gap.}

^{And now, when the last line is written
I will finally rest,
in full words.}