Where it does not hurt anymore…

Where there is only forgetfulness and devotion…

Where I do not think about you anymore,

where I do not listen to you,

where I do not miss,

neither your laughter nor your voice…

Where it does not hurt anymore…

Where the flowers grow and the grass,
the hawthorn and also the clamor…

Where the summer shines,
where the winter is over,
where it acclaims an autumn full of life and splendor…

Where it does not hurt anymore…

Because although they are wounded,
that have already been cured
with a lot of faith and a great love…

Where it does not hurt anymore …

Sure you will want to return one day,
asking for welcome, understanding and hugs…

There, my forgotten,
this heart no longer hurts…