Telma
Telma
People call me the firstborn
But in the warmth of this cold, I know it was you
The world wasn’t too kind to you
Releasing rivers of tears from father and mother
And so, I dance with sadness in silence
Like someone embracing the echo of a goodbye,
Hoping that in this heavy emptiness
While your silence screams in my chest
I walk alone, carrying you with me
Our future, a broken mirror
In every shard, a joyful smile has left
The past whispers, the present stays silent
Between us, an empty scaffold is built
Banning the outpourings of a beloved brother
That’s how it is, as one flower blooms, another dies,
But in your departure, our love withered
I don’t blame you, I’ll dance in the void you left
With a face flooded with tears in the desert
Our reunion, my tender longing
I walk in this darkness lit by your cold warmth
Telma, evil gifted us a sad feast
But God has reserved for us a banquet of happiness
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