I hope

I hope the leaves do not touch your body when they fall

So that you don’t turn them into crystals;

I hope the rain quits being a miracle

That runs through your body.

I hope the moon can rise without you

I hope the earth does not kiss your steps.

 

I hope your constant look ends,

Your precise words and your perfect smile as well.

I hope something happens that erases you soon:

A blinding light, a shot of snow.

I hope that at least death can take me away

To not see you so much, to not see you forever.

In every second, in every vision:

I hope I can not even touch you in songs

 

I hope that the aurora does not yell shouts that drop on my back,

I hope that your name is forgotten by that voice.

I hope the walls don’t retain your sound of tired paths,

I hope that desire goes after you.

This, to your old government of  deceased and flowers.

 

 p.m.s.r

 

luis