With two or three unexpected words
The girl punches my heart
And in my eyes she analyzes the dimension of her life.
Air doesn’t cease, it’s scarce
When she is away
Making her absence a stone
Which weight can only be endured by the promise of her return.
That with her everything serious
That to the foundation is demanded culmination
And to each arrow a precise target
Because to me it was given in answer and blessing
Like perfect light is given to an unskilled painter.
In the middle of my throat, which many times was blamed
She knots a band that only tears can loosen
And, each moment, tightens so much taking each fiber to its limit
And life becomes like sea and sky fused in a mountain.
Fragile, like someone who feels that other knows more
– And walking between mirages of respect
Returns smiles because it’s not included what he keeps inside –
And strong as someone who perceives that what he knows
It isn’t enough to impose directions, but just suggest them.
Taking the risk to perceive in this timelessness
Thanks to a couple of sighs thinking of her name
Making them spin once and again in my thoughts
The painful joy of the reality of her existence
To see if I can attain what I intend,
Time without moments
Happiness without adjectives
The verb without sentence
The depth without shape.
And then, I will sit down
To see how the girl follows
In her own spiral
And also, her unique and enraged carrousel.
Finally she chases me
And she subdues me without delicacy
With just a glance she broadens my heart
Pressuring me to be what I will be
She lets me know that she already perceives distance.