there are nights
that seem endless
when my bed is empty
and I can't sleep
and I sit
and I look out of the window
I can almost
smell the perfume in your pillow
and I know
I sometimes curse myself
because I let you go
but even so
I'll have to still go down in the morning
still have to try to get through
still have to get over you
get over you
oh-oh Endless night
won't you give me some peace
let the sound of her whispering in my mind cease
let the rain drop over the edge of the world
for the memory of a girl
let me see the light
at the end of an endless night
and I sit
and I look out of the window
I can almost
smell the perfume in your pillow
and I know
yeah I sometimes curse myself
because I let you go
yeah I let you go
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde