Magnolia

Among millions of city lights
every night one shines
I don't know if it exists or where it is
but she never forgets me.

And wise literates will decipher my rhymes
Argentinian psychiatrists
will do it for my complexes
and they will talk to you about
if I loved you well.

Maybe the painting that will result
will blur my memory of you
they will tell you about me, maybe the worst
that has ever existed.

But if I look now at the city already half in darkness
among all the lights
I feel one shining
and someone kisses my neck
without being here.