TE PIENSO by MARIO BENEDETTI POEM

TE PIENSO by MARIO BENEDETTI POEM

Every moment in the morning I think of you
on your thin, well-formed lips
in your crimson eyes as if from another world
in the warm and cold you are when you want.

Every instant in the afternoon I think of you
with the sweetest coffee in my most bitter day
while the blue smoke of my cigarette draws your silhouette
anywhere, at any time.
I think of you when I see the clouds of heaven
as white as you
as distant as you.

Every minute in the night I think of you
between cold and absence
between melancholy and agony
taciturn waiting
thinking of you as always

So I'll stay, I'll stay while seeing your silhouette vanish ...