Nine thousand miles apart

Tomorrow is the song of my soul

cumulus of days and nights

the mornings are darkened by your absence

the night lights do not awaken my conscience

Tomorrow will be sweeter

unfulfilled promises of my longed-for dreams

tomorrow another day of illusions

of strong winds, and brief passions

Tomorrow my memory embraces your shadow

sitting at the window I dream about escaping

kissing your lips until I bleed from a distance

but nothing is left in the unceasing wait.