Ojalá

Hopefully the leaves don't touch your body when they fall
So you can't turn them into glass
Hopefully the rain stops being a miracle that falls on your body
Hopefully the Moon can rise without you
Hopefully the earth doesn't kiss your steps

Hopefully your constant gaze ends
The precise word, the perfect smile
Hopefully something happens that erases you suddenly
A blinding light, a shot of snow

Hopefully at least death takes me away
So I don't see you so much, so I don't see you always
In every second, in every vision
Hopefully I can't even touch you in songs

Hopefully the dawn doesn't scream falling on my back
Hopefully your name is forgotten by that voice
Hopefully the walls don't retain your tired path noise
Hopefully desire goes after you
To your old government of the deceased and flowers