Grito Del Silencio

Through the light footprint left by the sun
in my flat mornings,
I see you coming... and it's not true,
just as it's not true
that you arrive with the white shadow
of the moon in my nights
tired of loneliness and nothing,
your figure curls up
as a memory in the vastness
of my chest open to the perfumed air
of an absent woman,
my clenched hands tremble
in a forgiveness of time
that breaks into the void
of awaited return,
in a piercing tear,
your pale face is reflected,
and your gesture... and I.

I would like to see you arrive confused
among the flowers of a summer,
I would like to give you the light
that goes through the breath of your stem,
I would like to feel your jealousy suffocating
my chest and in your blush,
I would like to blend in your blood
and burn in the flame of your radiance,
to drink from your mouth the sap
that feeds the fruit of this immense love.

But in this scream of silence
whitened by waiting
I keep dreaming of you,
and I would like...
to drink from your mouth the sap that feeds
the fruit of this immense love.