Si Yo Pudiera Ser

Millennial snail that walks through dreams
color of other spheres that enchants silence
essence of the seas that grows the mountain
the bread of the shepherds the light of the cicada.

The most beautiful breeze that the wind returns for
the grandiose eternity that lives in a moment
the most divine passion that frees Don Quixote
the reason for winter that seduces the coyote.

If I could be, just for once
what you believe I am, what you believe I am.

Picasso's dove and Machado's wine
Walt Whitman's mirror and Gustavo's balcony
carnation of Federico his moon and his bell
the night of that day that exploded in his window.

The marvelous sun that sets fire to the sands
the mysterious death, the first apple
the eternal burst of eternal life
infinite freedom and the small wound.

If I could be...