Supón

Imagine that in a productive job
I find you in your unique handkerchief
And after that decisive moment,
Imagine that I can't stop looking at you.

Imagine that I pursue your radiance so much
That I crush a furrow and have my sermon,
That I cut a tender fruit, that I forget
My benefactor hat
And I don't notice the heat
Of the hour when the sun sets:
Imagine that I finally ask you for water
And imagine that you are already my song.

Imagine I introduce myself as a friend,
That I ask your name and profession,
That I look at the ground and say it has rained
Or another comment without reason.

Imagine you have looked at me understandingly
But you have nothing to add.
Imagine then I talk about life
As if wanting to pretend
That I have a lot to tell,
That I am an original guy.
Imagine you laugh amused
And imagine you are already my song.

Imagine there is an afternoon for the cinema
And I have arrived an hour late,
Because the strange route I took
Was not to here, but the other way around.

Imagine the screen illuminates you,
That it breaks and holds your profile.
Imagine your hand a gathered bird,
And a hunter, with no more rifle
Than a timid finger, is about to open
The yes or no of the future.
Imagine you are not surprised
And imagine you are already my song.

Imagine fortune is our friend
And that from three to five it could be.
Your father leaves, I smoke in the corner:
The door, the password, and you, woman.

Imagine I enter and we embrace.
Imagine everything is about to run out:
It's the first time we love each other.
But imagine I talk non-stop,
Imagine time comes and goes,
Imagine I remain original.
Imagine we don't undress
And imagine you are already my song.