El Hueco En El Que Anido

The afternoon burns
While I watch you
Without you realizing
And your sorrow exhales
A very sweet perfume
And the dream freezes

The bodies turn off
You look at the window
With absent air
Like someone looking illuminated
By the twilight light
At a sleeping child

Your eyes are dyed
With the old color of childhood
Nostalgia for the time
When everything had an answer
When summer was longer
And your world was smaller
And footsteps always followed
Closely to yours

And I would tell you, I don't know
That things are going to be okay
I would show you the future
The coffee grounds
With angels and stars
Nights, tangos
And stories, do you remember?
That speak of old lovers
Who grow, who doubt and wait
Their turn as night falls
And the world gets sick

Sometimes I calmly watch
Your face
While you look outside
Write, browse
Review the photos of the last trip
And fog covers your skin, without warning
The wounded memory
You smoke a cigarette
Sigh and scatter
All the ashes

You fall silent and fierce fear
Sews your eyelashes
Delicate wings
Of a sweet butterfly
Fast, strong, and luminous
Relentlessly I chase its flight
And the dust of memory covers
Our house

And, like the generous earth
Embraces the root
Of a fiery fruit tree
I embrace you
And I embrace your clothes, I don't know
Your suitcases, your face, your doubts
Your feet, their trace, your hands
And even your shoes
Your sorrow, my punishment
The curve of your back
The hollow where I nest