Cold

On these cold winter nights
I yearn for your bonfire warmth
On these cold nights that I don’t see you
I yearn for your soothing tongue
On these cold nights I long for you
but the wind takes me like a dry leaf
looking for you in all corners
I look for you in the desire and I can’t find you
On these cold winter nights
the wind doesn’t know that you are here dead
that you are the coldness I feel
and it doesn’t know it
and my caprice doesn’t know it either


(English version of "Con frio")


Karla Coreas®
2004