Every time I hear your voice my voice speaks for yours …
every time I think start thinking and I end up thinking about you,
but all the more times I remember you …
It is just as I do not think you …
every time I remember you wanted to go back and touch your hand
as a white root water
every time you guess, I imagine smiling
filling dark parts of my being.
curiosity called me as well as my prison sentence,
feel attached to you and not empty nothing to everything,
but take as a whole.
I know I’ll see you at night and my soul will rest,
he longed to have you because she enjoys you,
even when you absent these, but want to blow on your cheek
the beauty of feeling the warmth of your words.
giving tilt my head to rest it on you.
I might take like a flower and plant yourself in the lines of my hands,
in order to know more of your white collar, to take over your body,
until you clear the lines of my hands of both adore.
I know I put our heads together on the leaves,
and the leaves break the silence to say with my lips
the tenderness that numbs my words and my mouth,
to defy the force of the stars to hug and kiss you.
my lips and my heart smile wet at the edge of a river,
and I think every time before a humble piece of stream
touching my feet; Think about the time you double the corner
believing walking behind me were coming to give me your sympathy grace.
my lips smile that always come,
but do not look back,
appearing as a wish of yours and mine
that slips pretending to be an enthusiasm.
but my skin want your sun, which makes sun, your skin
my heart wish your hands so that you shake
my soul upright in his moral extends through your body as tripartite;
unnamed your anxieties, your blessed feel …
and my eyes that sometimes yearn to know that your eyes are away from
mine enjoying the beauties of the world.
on crisp leaves silence your sweet voice makes my kisses,
and your mouth will seal fearful passion,
taking our hands and brushing silent crunchy
Crumbling leaves chanting your name and mine.
when you come swinging will open the puffs of wind,
hold my breath to see barefoot and dream my
Belly want to draw your geography …
as an alliance that unites sheet by sheet,
that unites high heaven looking adorned with lights.
lie down every night in my sheets,
so we cross our clasped hands,
we will touch the stars that will make us sleep …
whenever your hands are not intertwined with mine
talk about other things in the world.
will remember the starry sky uniting our thoughts,
weaving and calming my whole dream to kiss,
the next time I see you not cease to tell you;
that no harmonious feel more open way, as sheltering your image with my numb hands
by debug of exile and cold untouchable.
unite our dreams as a pale light,
we´ll join in our service and the sky of your forest,
calling in the early evening
looking for you to hold you whole.
Jose Luis Carreño / Copyright Troncoso 2000.
Chile South America