Casa Sin Puertas

And if tonight
of memories set free,
like an open window
could find in this
maze of stories,
the north and direction?
Maybe I achieve
These years later, here
And again at your door,
Calling in the name of the past and the lost
to what never appeared.

Maybe I could
Twenty years later, gathering
More good reasons.
So that, being like this
Standing before my shadow
Wouldn't invite me to escape
From you and me, and the vertigo
Of talking to you
In almost every session.
You would know of years of going
Traveling a thousand places
Where I didn't find you again.

No matter how many eyes
I've seen after discovering
your clear eyes
if to me, your eyes taught me to see.
No matter how many
times I have to come to
remember under the apple tree,
that it's not you who has inhabited
this house, no matter how much I insist
on returning.
No matter how much I insist
On returning.

The night is long
And in its flights it leads me
to the borders of the strange.
To this house without doors, where
The leaves whisper
that autumn brought.
That now practice the hallways
When the restless wind scratches
On the roof,
Go up and down the stairs
After the echoes of footsteps
That are not.

It would be having left
So many elements of the design
Of alchemy,
That walking through the spaces
Of your house I feel that
I am getting closer to you.
And I see open again
This house without doors
to the green hermine fabric
That insists on weaving
With its vine mantle
The courtyard where I didn't see you.

It would be the love we didn't feel
Or the eagerness to put you while
So many.
Your smile is a fruit
That cannot be tasted.
A landscape that I will draw
Again on a white canvas,
With the chalk of the night,
With the moonlight clarity.

And the leaves are released
Like pages of a tree.
I elaborate the balance
With an inner abacus,
That I guess in the planets
And in the turns of the stars,
In the length of the dream,
And in the latitude of the sun.
Your smile is that absence
That I treasure forever.

It's a house that has surrounded
A forest of gold where
You are no longer.
Where you are no longer,
Where you are no longer.