Para ella

Who is the owner of a kiss?
Who gives it away? Or the lips that receive it?

Who is the owner of a gaze?
Who lets out phrases and hugs with their eyes?
Or who is caressed by them?

Who does a dream belong to?
Who searches for it all their life
even without barely touching it?
Or who possesses it?
And yet nurtures, feeds, and lives off it.

I am only the owner of a wound,
The one your absence leaves,
The one that bleeds inside.
And the one that only your presence can heal.

For everything else, I am a slave
To your gaze, your smile, your kisses...
...and to you, who are my dream.