I have waited a long time for you, my joy
future, I have waited for you like a dawn
pure that arrives lifting
the final gloom of the roads.
I have opened the shutters of the evening
to see if you came like pollen
of distant roses. I have seen
behind the whispering words
that the girls wear, and I have lit
the light from the window in case you arrive
with the first shadows. Joy,
I've waited a long time for you, but sometimes
I get tired of looking at the parapets
rosés of the dawn, which did not bring
never news from you. And my hope
like a soaring bird, it lowers,
with folded wings, panting
over the clear end of the horizon,
or on the blue shores, or in the squares
of ancient cities, where no one
recognize my steps. But always
I had a flight of larks to hold on to,
or reddish poppies, or stars
open in the middle of the night.
And I kept walking, destroying
in my path looks from those eyes
that they never saw you; abandoning
countries that never knew you,
they didn't even know my way of waiting for you
every time the springs came
with clover and wisteria. Joy,
I'm still waiting for you, but I have
a fear that grows in me that it is late
in brushing my forehead, and my hope,
tired of being alone she collapses
and no longer get up forever.
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With special dedication to Javier Marrero Santana
what is going through at the moment
for the outcome of his mother's farewell.
Photo of my slopes.
