I still remember you...

I still remember you...
with the palm of your hand in my garden,
with the voice of my piano on your watch,
with your accent caressing my love ...

I still remember you...
dripping notes of happiness,
with your bad luck and my underwear,
with the desire to stop the elevator ...

I remember you as a child in day of kings without a drum,
like waves on a beach in April,
writing to you in the arena "come and see".

I remember you as a prisoner remembering freedom,
with the question of if you have already forgotten
between the crying of city noises.

There is a child in the market who looks at me with your eyes,
I do not know if at times you are you.
The collective arrives late and I entertain myself with the wink
of the wrong flight of an airplane.

With their wings, already dreaming of them,
dodging clouds, undressing as I did yesterday.
That, before you set foot on earth, tremble with fear
Knowing the madness that I went to drink on your lips.

I dare not open my eyes,
Well I swear to you a while ago
it is your voice that I heard, almost screaming.

And, if it were not your face, it would end everything:
with the rivers, the harvests, the seas, the poetry ...

No one is going to make me laugh if it's not your laugh.