You used to search for meanings
in the syntax
of all my poems
You loved the sign
and you discovered wonderful cathedrals
in half an onion
The night was your time
not everyone lives there
you clarified me sitting down
in a bar in Pichincha
The angry diamelas
of your character harmonized me
behind the flare
there was your laugh
encouraging me to everything
And in a bathroom
from a service station
we made love standing
reciting Lorca
Escape from the mystery of the poem
were your words
and you asked me to kiss you
You cried
and you ran away
Still hurts
never find you again