I will love you secretly.
How silence loves to drip the word
This compresses the sincere truth.
I will love you.
I'm leaving myself.
Hidden by the trembling image,
To which I thought I belonged.
I will love you
Compressed to the folds of my skin.
How origami licks wounds.
With this terrible momentum,
This swallows the desires for her own hunger,
In order not to surrender his soul,
For the unmistakable taste of your favorite food.
How difficult it is to sweeten the ladle from possible pain!
How exhausted were we, split up?
The joy of crying.
Old age, his youth.
And thus
Day by day,
In my refined and finite existence,
I am looking for the porosity of your eternal joy.
Elvish, delivered, early, serene.
And desprolija of verb, syllable and word.
With a loud silence,
With nothing to say,
With nothing to close;
I will express my Breath.
(my confidence).
And I'll leave.
That the moment deviates from its hours.
Dawn may get out of your night.
And the willow can plant its leaves.
Exhale once more.
I love you
My dream love
My dear love
Blessed my love ...
Over time
And from space.