Sentirme Vivo

I will make a round for your birthday
a poem a thousand times a year so you understand
how much I love you. I will whistle like a nightingale in the
day, erase all your nightmares and in your mouth I will
find refuge.

I will look for new land in the countryside, I will pray to a
saint at dusk, I will swim far out into your mile
and from a rib I will make you my woman, sunflowers have
grown on your skin, my reason was born from your belly,
feeling alive.

I will be the one who always ties your shoe, who
takes care of you every step, who puts the taste on your
lips. I will whistle, the song of memory in the day
and at night I will make you chamomile to see you asleep on
my skin.