Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.