Para cobrar altura

To gain height

I want to become time,
so as to never pass by.
I want to become wind
and cry in your mountains.
I wish to be ashes,
white and subtle ashes,
to gain height
and let the wind scatter me.
When the wind lifts me in flight,
my heart will shine
and you will return in my pain
made blood in my guitar.
I want to become earth
to feel your steps.
I want to kiss your lips
in the light of a summer.
I wish to be silence,
in silence itself,
and tear a scream
to cry your name.
When the wind lifts me in flight
my heart will shine
and you will return in my pain,
made blood in my guitar.