Ausencia

There are absences that are like oblivion
that dust off early mornings and seeds
that got lost in their seas
where they will never find the shore...

There are absences that brush against the soul,
jealous butterflies of space,
austere prisoners of flowers,
that offer you their honey for your lips.

Absence, a remote ghost that violates the doors
that sings, that screams to the sky that voice
that you have taken with you
that you write the missing song
that always reminds us of the distance

There are absences seagulls that save you
that disdain borders and seasons,
that roam the walls, the words
drawing faith with their crayons.

There are absences that speak to you of a tomorrow,
that turn into all colors,
that place the world in your window
and fill the balconies with hope.

Absence, a remote ghost
that violates the doors, that sings,
that screams to the sky that voice
that you have taken with you,
that you write the missing song
that always reminds us of the distance.