KNOWING YOU

I have learned another language, truly.
with the wisdom of my sorrow
I have been tried or at least
learn what kind of filthy
love I have stole.

Drop your rings;
because, thru my window
I still see the sadness into your eyes.
When my heart has things
that cry for, I also do.

Into your name, unknown,
there are three loves:
Just for the kind of love
you get on return.

Don’t cry, oh sweetheart,
I’m behind you in all the matter
that kept you heart singing and crying.
Describe your name
but do it into my palm,
so, I will remember every thing
that you have learned.

Febrero 25, 2006