Tú que fuiste soñada entre vigilias de tiempos que la memoria olvidó rozar, apareces vestida apenas con pétalos de madrugada ciñendo sutiles toques en mi ventana. Fuiste hilada en fantasías oníricas y fue así que heredaste esos tus ojos verdes que no miran distinto a otros ojos; fuiste hecha trazo a trazo por la imaginación de aquella que amé quien te dibujó por sonrisa la sonrisa mía que más amó.
Dulce creatura de mirada grande y abierta que habitas mis recuerdos sin haberte vivido como un alma pendiente de hacerse a la vida, de desembarcar en una de tantos giros de este mundo que eres y que soy. Que somos.
Y aún sin ser sueño mío, sino uno que me contaron una tarde cualquiera te quedaste enredada en mi imaginación acaso trasnochada. Lates mi pequeña niña como el más puro destello de estrella.
Y aquí que ahora tropiezo con las palabras que me permiten decirte que sé que estás, ahora que te adornas de verbo y suspiros; sé que serás esa lágrima que nunca jamás querré enjugar mi pequeña Emma.
English
You who were dreamed between vigils of times that memory forgot to touch, you appear dressed only with petals of dawn girding subtle touches on my window. You were spun in dreamlike fantasies and it was thus that you inherited those green eyes of yours that look no different from other eyes; you were made stroke by stroke by the imagination of the one I loved who drew you for a smile the smile of mine that she loved most.
Sweet creature with a big and open look that inhabits my memories without having lived you as a soul waiting to be made to life, to disembark in one of so many turns of this world that you are and that I am. That we are.
And even without being my dream, but one that was told to me one afternoon, you remained entangled in my imagination, perhaps late at night. Lates my little girl as the purest sparkle of a star.
And here that now I stumble with the words that allow me to tell you that I know that you are, now that you adorn yourself with words and sighs; I know that you will be that tear that I will never ever want to wipe away my little Emma.
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