Tu Prisa

I could see it in your eyes yesterday,
you were so far away, there was no need to say it,
your hurry was a bird wanting to return
and leave the sky behind the moments lived.

With a glance, you made me understand, and although
you were already warning me that I had lost you,
your mouth lying to me, a kiss, the eyes
would have closed me, had I not noticed

your hurry, that anxious hurry of yours.
Where does it urge you to return?
Where does it hold you
that it doesn't allow you to stop coming back?
Where do your wings go,
those wings that never seem to
be filled with tomorrow and always urge you to continue?

A lie that doubts and doesn't want to see
that time is time and eternal words
leave as they sometimes come to arrive,
alongside the delirium that insists on your legs.

So I keep you in mind and I know
you're looking for my mouth and joining your body.
I don't want to think about it and I have you again
trapped in the humid light of a memory in a hurry,

that anxious hurry of yours.
Where does it urge you to return?
Where does it hold you
that it doesn't allow you to stop coming back?
What wind opened your wings like a delayed seagull,
after the plea that is not enough to stop you more?

Oh, I could see it in your eyes yesterday,
that the world always has so much you haven't seen.
The birds leave, and the wind once again
stirs your hair and invites you to try it again,
like a fresh breeze from your fleeting smile.