From the book "en el andén" : so blue

if I could put a smile in your hand,
and put my eyes in your eyes,
unhurriedly
if I could just put my hand between your hair
and my feelings,
if I could feel free,
all the way from your skin to my caresses,
from my time to your outermost limits.

I would be so green
that not even the leaves would sense me
so blue
that not even the sea would find me
so clear
that I would vanish in the morning air
so close to myself
that all my boundaries will disappear.