He always told her, these eyes full of tearsI don’t want to see them, I can’t bear it.Then he would cry with her, just like a child,He loved her so much that she fell in love and began to trust him like herself.

Saddened, he would tell her, I cannot bear to look at you,When you are upset, I know it even from your voice.His mind would instantly cloud and the words wouldn't come,He couldn't help it, their conversations would freeze halfway.

Oh you, he would say, I can't bear to see you upset,Because I came from the sky for you, to make you whole again.How much she believed it—do you really come from up there?You come down to this big world and find me?

He would say I love you, always smile for me,For this I came down from the sky and this is my mission.She would laugh and rejoice, she believed in love,She laughs even now, for she cannot hide her happiness.

LONGING

I miss you, I miss you so much,When you leave I feel you, rustling like the wind,To keep you in my soul I close my eyes every time,I feel my heart ticking, like your knock at the door.

I long for the evening that passed,For all the evenings lived far from you.What grips my soul sometimes I do not understand,It makes me shiver, it rushes like blood in my veins.

The longing of a morning, kissed and unkissed,Comes to me like a breeze in this hot, dewless dawn,I imagine you as a flower and myself as a butterfly,And the longing that scorches them like a real volcano.

I am full of longing. With closed eyes I dream of youAnd in that moment I climb high above the clouds with you,I imagine the wave and the breaker with you by my side,The seagulls that whiten the sky above us.

I feel longing when I wake, because I miss you,I see you with the eyes of my soul that bursts into flame.My heart, like a migrant bird, takes flight toward you,Whenever it remembers you and longing catches it in a snare.

The longing in the evening never leaves me alone,Half-asleep in dreams it brings you close to me,How little a person needs to live a happy life,Life is a dream, it remains just words in a tale.

THE POCKET OF KISSES

This shirt pocket, on the left side,is filled with kisses, far and wide.

With kisses of longing, with sweet kisses,waiting for the morning as soon as the dream fades.

Like a grandmother's chest, it keeps them hidden,from envious eyes that do not know love.

On the side of the heart, this deep pocket,rocks kisses of desire, like a child in a cradle.

From the beating of the heart every kiss comes to life,kisses that stay hidden, rustling lightly.

It keeps them a hidden secret inside,they are light as a feather and no one sees them.

This pocket of desires, a pocket with many kissesThrobs by day, and by night leaves you sleepless.

YOU AND MY DREAM

You were a midsummer night's dream,Now every evening you have turned into a breeze for me,As I cast my gaze out the window at nightI see the sky of desires that you have dyed in platinum for me..

You, who whenever I dreamed of you, I don't know why you were far away,Now you only leave me toward the morning,You put a stop to the days that shook me like a leafYou have added more galaxies of desires.

You, who I often dreamed of at night in the dark,Sometimes as an angel and sometimes as a man,Now you are everything that gives value to my dayThe day becomes a new dream at every moment because of you.

You, who sometimes wander again in my white dreams,Like Magellan went around the world,You warmed my nights when I often shivered with coldYou brought back white dawns to me, little by little.

You, only you when you come to me in dreams,Have turned into feeling, passion, and it is completely different,You wake me from sleep but there is no more harsh awakeningIn the dream and outside it, I am now a Cinderella..