Under the strange sky
Of the earliest
January day,
The wind caresses the shadows
That are hidden
Among my secrets.
The sand shares
With the cloud
A thousand amulets,
With the gray sea,
While my waves eagerly
Climb towards your shore.
I want to stop being
A strange traveler
That approaches
Like fire towards the tree.
What I long for is to curl up
Like a spiral staircase
To the warm affection that you spread
When your pearly smile
Unfolds before my eyes.
No hay comentarios.:
Publicar un comentario