Alguien

Someone turns back on my complaining loneliness,
someone gives me a breath with nonchalance.
Leaning over my papers, I haven't noticed, someone comes and goes...

Someone is just a good object,
a glance, a good memory,
sometimes a lantern,
or a nightgown,
a cicada, a new sky,
a word from afar.
Someone is everything at once
and everything happens afterwards.

But I know someone searched for me feeling a gray bath,
I know someone softened my way of living.
And this dear storm suffering for light in my pocket.

Someone is just a good object,
a glance, a good memory,
sometimes a lantern,
or a nightgown,
a cicada, a new sky,
a word from afar.
Someone is everything at once
and everything happens afterwards.