Yo pienso en ti

She was strange,
conversed with the wind
was afraid of time...
she combed her hair in the early morning
to greet the sun...
She sat by the window
drew on the glass
with her hands a prison
to catch the sun...

And in her gaze,
she stopped the dawn
she told me she was a fairy
I will fly to your pillow
to steal your heart...
she hugged me and asked me
to release my kites
that would live in her womb...
because they would know that...

I think of you...
I think of you...
and in your gaze
I think of you...
I think of you...
and in your mornings.

She was strange
she wrote me some poems
that, rather, were theorems
that broke the schemes
of any love verse
and suddenly one morning
she climbed onto her poetry
left me in calligraphy
a paper saying...

I think of you...