Si No Estuvieras

If you weren't here, the walls of the house
would grow darker every day.
But with you, they seem even whiter
than the brightest light at noon.

If you weren't shaping my dreams,
at every bend in the road, at every stop,
my desires would shrink so small,
like the darkest, narrowest path.

If you weren't easing the routine
with the constant ringing of your bells,
I'd walk down a street with no corners
and no sidewalks, no mailboxes, no windows.

My vanity would take over the rooftop,
with its suggestive mirrors of colors,
and the successes, nothing more, if you weren't here,
would show me only my mistakes.

If you weren't rescuing my forgetfulness
from the carousel of daily matters,
I'd suddenly feel surprised
not knowing what I held in my hands.

If you weren't threading my returns
in the transparent looms of waiting,
I'd become a wanderer like the wind,
so the wind could take me wherever.

If you weren't here with your shining wings,
if you weren't here calming my anger,
if you weren't here, what would become of my things
without the loving gaze of your eyes?

Loneliness would trap me in that sphere
where the suicides go to be freed;
if you weren't here, my love, if you weren't here,
giving meaning to the reasons of my life.