I never thought you left

and when i less believed it you left me

In lovei believe and my soul knows well

that all I did for you

When i saw you arrived from that moment

I began to breath

but you left

The poem of love since that day

no longer exists for me

A love of a nation is justly pretend

because today the world is so

If you go back

I change my poem

and I turn as immortal identity

The Poem of love

since that day no longer exists for me

The wisdom back to me

The poem of love that day no longer exists for me

at the bottom of an angel there exists fragility

as the temptation to tell you

how appropiate it was for me your soul

all that fragility I have loved

The Poem of love since that day no longer exists for me

and when I discovered the garden of Eden

was because you left

you left always of me.

-Jonatan Vega