Princess Alaya, dona de Tegucigalpa: I miss the happiness of the hands I let go ... I think

I miss the happiness of the hands I let go ... I think and I feel you ... While this love commits suicide in muffled cries of silences and so many tears spilled on my cold pillow. What do you leave me? A life full of absences ... of colors that go out, sad looks ... empty of words I am filled with laments and my heart speaks only of disenchantment and abandonment. You broke my illusions, theres nothing left ...