Friday, July 31, 2015


I am seated in my white chair
watching the moon grow
It is as if today
you are looking at me.

You are the enigmatic face of night
you closed one eye
and with the other you described
a landscape of hugs
sharing the light of a dream
where the rocks are birds
and pain
is the color of a new flower.

Eye that illuminates the aroma
of tranquility
bird eye
hug eye
kiss eye
that my mouth needs
and your mouth wants to give secretly
I want to receive the moon smoothly
on your lips
and feel
I've known you
a lifetime.

© Adri├ín