Poem "Poesia" | White Clouds "Nubes blancas"

^{I trait the sky with my hands
I feel the cold in my lap,
I search among white clouds
your memory.}

^{I travel,
I let myself be carried away by the wind,
I find myself in sweet torment.
I breathe.}

^{Waves of memories,
invade me,
they tuck me in.}

^{My eyes look into your blue,
I find you.
You return to me again,
wake up.}