Find You 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, and we will join our service sky your forest, calling in the early evening looking for you to hold you whole. Jose Luis 2000. Copyright Chile -‐ South America