Poema 08
De roces vestida
Suspiro saltando verjas
Un segundo
Un instante basta
Y la sonrisa
Que guardada dejas
La palabra que tú digas
Llega, se anida
Se le espera
Y en un vuelo infinito
quizás me lleva
A parajes de luz
En tu pupila
Sin prisas
Sin tiempos
Sin correr de manecillas
Melodías que se posan
En briznas y silencios
De tu venida.
Poem 08
Dressed in friction
Whispers flying gates
One second
One moment is enough
And the smile
That saved you leave
The word that you say
Arrives, nests
It is expected
And in an infinite flight
maybe takes me
To places of light
In your eyes
No hurries
No times
Without running watches
Melodies that settlig
In wisps and silences
From you coming.
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