I look to the sky and only lilting clouds seem to cross the firmament on the way to some distant fate, but unerring of purpose.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
I look to the sky and only lilting clouds seem to cross the firmament on the way to some distant fate, but unerring of purpose. It is true that in each pale fragment I take note of your face, which is transformed with the rays of the sun into an age-old image. I watch you, with the sublime elegance with which I see you pass the time, and I can do nothing to stop it. I see you, with these eyes of a lost child, and I do not believe it; always here in silence, waiting for the right time to approach you and express how much I love you; but no, my fear grows every second that I have you near, and the words disappear from my mouth, leaving me empty, as if I didn't exist, and you do not even realize it.
Now I perceive your distance through the cloud that passes before me, and I long to whisper to you that I love you; but merely to love is not special as they warn in soap operas, nor does it even contain the feverish passion of one who desires to stop time. Mine is shy, without fancy words or prayers; mine is filled with a unique melancholy, because every time I think of you for more than two seconds, my eyes are filled with an unbridled joy that escapes in crystal drops. I want to explain to you that it is not special, but I love you; and although I am unfamiliar with wise phrases to tell you about this feeling that courses through my body, making me sigh and shudder when I hear your voice, I want to shout that I love you, without even knowing why; my heart is bursting with tenderness and joy just to know that you are nearby. It is a lovely curse, knowing that my heart belongs to you, and that you do not even know. Oh! When you pass by my side and smile at me with those cherry lips, the time that previously did not stop now lays paralyzed, leaving your unforgettable silhouette in my eyes, turning my heart into a poem; without knowing why, I am left standing in the middle of the park, like a tree whose roots extend to the end of the world; just so, that's how deep my love is for you.