Maybe love gives us
the opportunity to hug each other,
to get lost in mazes
of caresses, of caressing the
sliding skin landscapes
fingers like petals
scented.
Pierce the clouds closing
the eyes, in the instant of a long
kiss.
Maybe love gives us
the opportunity to contemplate
a red summer sunset,
with yellow birds in the grove
of your eyelashes, which recede
on the horizon, carrying their violins
on the chest.
Perhaps, love gives us the words
desired, sweet and subtle, that
fill the heart with calm and peace
Perhaps love gives us a long
silence, that we can caress
every gesture of looking at us.
Let a music go rolling
the soul, that squeezes it and that they jump
tears of happiness and love.
Maybe those beautiful dreams
where they appear, cities, streets
and beautiful places where your presence
is inevitable, only achieved
in the astral journeys of memory.
Perhaps it is love that makes the body
green from the root of its existence.
May the caresses of the wind kiss each
cell that makes up this body
of clay, water and star dust.
Maybe it's love, when I look
through my window paralyzed time
in your eyes, a horizon that I kiss
and from its magic the night is born.
Maybe it's love, the most beautiful thing
What can a human being do?