LA FARINERA DELS NUVOLS (El Mon despres de Tu)



The only thing I know how to do
To launch the machine of sadness
My hand struggles to do it
Using the pen you left me
Because writing brings thoughts of you
And my hand only speaks of you
So dear mourning words take the plunge
And the world after you begins

It is painful, yet magnificent
This world bears the fruit
Of the seeds of tenderness you sowed
Look around me
The kindest hearts the world could dream
To love as son and grandson
I love them, just as they loved you

You longed so deeply for the return
Of a world that vanished too soon before you
Now you can finally reclaim your childhood 
And your Interrupted love story

From my side, I will take care 
Of the love you began here
Nothing of this world with you will vanish 
All my life, I will shout your name
As the origin of the macaronis
And I will take care of the world after you
Carrying the torch of your pen
To perpetuate laughter and tears

We will still tell each other
Many more ‘I love you’s
At the flourmill of the clouds,
In ninety more years



To the third woman of my life