I saw you disappear under the storm,
on your way to work, very early in the morning.
Who'd be rain in your coat
leaving after you
water crowns?
You yawn dreaming suns, deserted beaches.
A phone ring assaults you. Who'd be the breeze
from the air conditioning
that makes your hair stand on end
at work?
You return home and alter my plans
and the scaffolding in La Latina1.
I know that outside a fire of feathers and tar
paints with ashes the roofs of the world.
Let me forget for a second my debts.
If the planet explodes, let it catch us together.
In the trenches of Madrid they're looking for a treasure
that hides a sleeping dragon under your feet.
How clumsy and naive they are!
It's me who has the treasure:
I sleep with it.
Tonight I have to give you those pending kisses,
so take a day off at work.
Pick-up the phone,
close the blinds
bolted and barred.
I open a bottle and phone the chinese food restaurant
and we celebrate it in style.
Life sometimes pays the round,
winks at you, concedes a truce.
Parhaps this dream will last just one second,
but, no doubt, it will be worth it.
