Del Bosque De Tu Alegría

Because from you I learned the names of things again.
Because from you I learned what is necessary.
Bread, home, destiny, path.
From you I learned again. from the forest
Of your joy. from hands
Of your serene mystery.
There was much left to do:
Fix the garden,
Talk to the dogs,
Walk along the autumn shores.
There was much left to do.
There was much.
Because from you I learned what is necessary.
To do without the useless,
That nothing is precarious.
From the sparkle in your eyes
To enjoy slow time.
And four useful things from your certain gesture.
And many more things I learned from you.
And there was much left to do.
To shed the ballast, of what existence is.
Of traffic, of the weight of Mondays.
Gray, sky, bonfire, path.
From bad movies.
To steal time from the minute hand,
For clocks kill time.
There was much left to do:
To gather dreams on cold nights
Like when there are no fish I gather empty nets.
There was much left to do.
There was much.
I learned to add the logical and the uncertain.
To set the table.
I learned to tolerate the necessary presence
Of spiders.
I learned to endure only what is bearable.
And there was much left to do,
To reject tedium, to fight against it.
And there was much left to do.
To clear the field of weeds,
To tear down bars and fences.
To make piles: dogs with cats.
To make piles: suns and stars.
To erase flight signs
So that birds may own the sky.
And there was much left to do...
And there was much left to do...
And there was much left to do...
And there was much left to do...