I'm always watching your moves
your clothes, your shadow, the drawing that your eyes leave in the mirror. I roll the dice and follow you
with a mate under his arm
while you iron your hair.
as if the whole house
outside
a large checkerboard
or chess
where I know that you are also measuring my steps,
sometimes we also play
to the sea battle
and you swear to leave with your boats
and I remove mine from the board
and when it seems that it is this time yes
the end of the game
your goose eyes are enough
my yew mouth reaches you
and we paint again on the doors
the new rules that we will not comply with either.
Why are you stubborn like an old woman?
because I know I'm in a dog mood.
And you color my silence
and I take the waist of your look,
and another day begins or ends
and I follow you and you smell the dynamite
and you follow me and I feel your words
and I look at you and you are the most beautiful piece
of the board.