The world of your hand | Antonio Guerrero Rodríguez

When you read my poems
on the arms of a silent ignite night,
the white and fragile phrase, never heard ,
will alter all your schemes.

The essence is fire and cold. Do not be afraid.
All is learned with time and measure:
the winters of each farewell,
the summers of love that burn you.

I write, missing the window which
Made for us a door to the moon
And brought us the sun in the morning.

Nothing of this sorrow has been in vain.
You continue to be light, as none other,
I continue to see the world of your hand.

18 de Julio de 1999