Pétalos de rosa,
lágrimas de niña consentida,
que en un instante saturó mi vida
y me hizo presa de su carita
confundida.
Piedra,
como dejaste
mi corazón herido,
que ya no atina
a dibujar tu olvido,
bajo esta mente
que se perdió contigo.
Ahora,
ya no llegan los colores
a mi lienzo,
pues con el aire
algunas veces pienso
soy el perfume
que se impregnó en tu cuello
o aquel corpiño
que ayer besó tu cuerpo…
Rose petals,
tears of a spoiled girl,
that in an instant saturated my life
and made me prey to her face
confused.
Stone,
how did you leave
my wounded heart,
that no longer hits
to draw your oblivion,
under this mind
that was lost with you.
Now,
the colors no longer arrive
to my canvas,
but with the air
sometimes I think
I am the perfume
that was impregnated in your neck
or that sleepwear
who kissed your body yesterday...
Poetry and photography
