If someone knocks at your door, my friend,
and something in your blood beats and does not rest
and on your water stem, trembling,
the source is a liquid of harmony.
If someone knocks on your door and still
you have time to be beautiful
and it fits all April in a rose
and for the rose bleeds the day
If someone knocks on your door one morning
sound of pigeons and bells
and you still believe in pain and poetry
If still life is true and verse exists.
If someone knocks on your door and you're sad,
open, that is love, my friend.
Poem by: Gabriel García Márquez
