You do not know how I need your voice;
I need your eyes
those words that always filled me,
I need your peace;
I need the light of your lips
! ... I can not go on!
...I can not anymore
my mind does not want to think
You can not think of anything but you.
I need your hands flower
that patience of all your actions
with justice that inspires me
for what was always my spine
my source of life has dried
with the force of oblivion ...
I'm burning;
I need what I have already found
but still! I still miss!
Author of the poem: Mario Benedetti