Sometimes I see you walking through the fields.
The guitar on your back, the soul crossing oceans.
That fall apart in the air, with the breath of a breeze.
Officially blow balls, I don’t know why
Lilies of the valley lie in wait after some curve.
The inexact moment that will blossom the spring
And the words will involve us in a musical fragrance.
What is this mystery that makes the soul to jump continents,
Landing in the only garden…where I can find you?
Sometimes it’s already autumn and I see you dreaming distracted
Among the flaming leaves of unknown forests,
Cherished by magnetizing concert of nightingales.
The autumn does not admit dualities, dressing of silence
And transmutes solitudes in the most melodious horizons
Crimson sunsets of modesty by such magnificence.
At the edge of an imaginary pier, I am mining the oceans
Waiting for your eyes that transcend the infinity.
Encapsulating my dreams in the afternoon breezes.
What deep puzzle is this that makes me love you.
Even when I don’t know whether it’s reality or fantasy,
The infinites who I feel thinking that I love you?