How I have needed to talk about you these days
It may be that what I have to trust weighs on me
And now that you are not here to harass me with your jokes
how I have remembered when You were walking around here
raising dust into the air under your footprint
and the afternoon sun cutting out the gray sky
heading towards the grove, about three kilos of stone
where the wind moans when it can't come out
I have remained just as clueless when I go to the forest
here in the highlands the hills are still my place
Maybe from where you are You have looked out to see me stumble!
Today I have come to look at the appearance that your home keeps in the sky
Today I have come to whisper in your ear a couple of more things
The old customs, the fire and the peaks have their roots
And I have not been able to imagine you dedicated to rest... to rest
And the world has not changed with your death, I would say that it continues the same!
With no other emotion than to carry his life on his shoulders to walk
with no other intention than to search with his death for the land to frolic on
And I already know that where you are you make fun of what I try to do for me!
I only thought I was looking... well I only thought I was looking
Oh, I only thought I was looking at the smile that hides in the sky your face...

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