Grito Del Silencio
Por la huella de luz que deja el sol
en mis mañanas pampas,
te veo llegar... y no es cierto,
como tampoco es cierto
que llegas con la sombra blanca
de la luna en mis noches
cansadas de soledad y nada,
se acurruca tu figura
de recuerdo en la inmensidad
de mi pecho abierto al aire
perfumado de mujer ausente,
se estremecen mis manos apretadas
en un perdón de tiempo
que se parte en vacío
de ansiado regreso,
en una lágrima punzante,
se refleja tu rostro pálido,
y tu gesto... y yo.
Quisiera verte llegar confundida
entre flores de un verano,
quisiera darte la luz que
va por el aliento de tu tallo,
quisiera sentir tu celo ahogando
mi pecho y en tu rubor,
quisiera mezclarme en tu sangre
y arder en la llama de tu resplandor,
beber de tu boca la sabia
que alimenta el fruto de este inmenso amor.
Pero en este grito de silencio
encanecido de espera
te sigo soñando,
y quisiera...
beber de tu boca la sabia que alimenta
el fruto de este inmenso amor.
Scream of Silence
Through the light footprint left by the sun
in my flat mornings,
I see you coming... and it's not true,
just as it's not true
that you arrive with the white shadow
of the moon in my nights
tired of loneliness and nothing,
your figure curls up
as a memory in the vastness
of my chest open to the perfumed air
of an absent woman,
my clenched hands tremble
in a forgiveness of time
that breaks into the void
of awaited return,
in a piercing tear,
your pale face is reflected,
and your gesture... and I.
I would like to see you arrive confused
among the flowers of a summer,
I would like to give you the light
that goes through the breath of your stem,
I would like to feel your jealousy suffocating
my chest and in your blush,
I would like to blend in your blood
and burn in the flame of your radiance,
to drink from your mouth the sap
that feeds the fruit of this immense love.
But in this scream of silence
whitened by waiting
I keep dreaming of you,
and I would like...
to drink from your mouth the sap that feeds
the fruit of this immense love.