What are you going to say to her?
When after forcing her
They have snatched without shame
What she wanted most
Because, does it make her feel more important?
How are you going to heal her with explanations?
The wounds that hurt each piece of skin
When she knows she was born without marks
And the ones she has now aren’t for what she was
But, are they for those who saw her grow?
What words are you going to say?
When in her most hidden sincerity
You find yourself in a deserted street
At the end of which the moon can not be seen
Reflecting the last attempt at heat
With what hands would you touch her?
After knowing where, her body has rested
The night when she believed in something that was not
And nobody had the force to stop her
Or make her change of refuge.
Of what book will you speak?
When she finally rests her eyes on your sight
And what you see isn’t an unbelievable sadness
But a pure intense joy, intense and faithful
Ready to be smothered in her still lusting skin.
When everybody arrives and they are all present
What would you do to distinguish and separate her?
When you have never been in the court
Where they are going to wait for the sentence of the stars
Those people, did they ever enjoy an undeserved gift?
And when among mindless trembling
Manifesting the intensity of her fears
What protection could you offer her?
After so many years recognizing warmth
And you didn’t even write a verse to bitterness.
And when you are informed of her intentions
And necessarily compare them with yours
What are you going to do to feel the ground again?
As in that time where the rain was only water
When the air over there or here didn’t imply her name
I ask you what I shouldn’t have to
That with respect to your being nobody would wonder
So that somebody contradicts me
And make my eyes shine showing that I am mistaken.
I bet to the musical notes
To have been there
To see what happens
When the music stops
And what could be no more than can be seen.