Yo Pienso En Ti

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

And in her gaze, she stopped the dawn
she told me lonely
I will fly to your pillow
to paint your heart
she hugged me and asked me to release my kites
that she would live in her belly because she knew that I!
think of you (x2) and in your gaze
I think of you (x2) and in your mornings.

She was strange, she wrote some poems that were more like theorems
that broke the schemes of any love verse
and suddenly in the morning she climbed onto her poetry
she left me in calligraphy
a paper saying I: I think of you!
I think of you and in your gaze
I think of you