And she wants
I know and I accept
The night carpet
The way it becomes a bed
Its confident silence
And the trace you leave in it.
My hands know how to manage
The space without your hours
The dissatisfaction with which the dust
To my eyes remember your shadow
That is projected on the candle flames.
There is no comedy in the tacit verdict
From your voice not listened sometimes
When it’s very necessary
Not generating any kind of anxiety
When there is nothing to impede me of examining your sight.
In the lake of simplicity
Where there is no space for great vessels
The warm clarity of facts
Abstained to bright or give its heat
Everything happens and always includes you.
And then you go
And my hope is focused in your return
And in the way that I will embrace you then
While I feel an infinite anguish for this longing
That always asks and doesn’t obtain any response.
The castle built with cards
And the house of dolls
The knot that wants to stop a destiny
And the goat that doesn’t look for the mountain
There are other nights for the same days.
Since you ignore the magic you possess
In the cadence of each of your movements
The water that measures the wine
And the act of giving vacations to despair
It enfolds of fragility, without pretending any kind of conception.
Because there is something that you want
And in that something as years ago
It isn’t difficult for me to imagine that my name is there
For the persistence focused to accept and appreciate
That at least, if I am mistaken it will not be others mistake.