To D.

Your sincere smile, which one in your eyes,
makes the sun turn pale and indicates
you own the most enviable and absolute happiness.
That should be enough to anyone...
but a shot beyond I see your eyes
sad as the most terrible emptiness,
as loneliness least understood,
perhaps for not being never.... told
and fewer still, shared.
You can be so perfect?
My life has taught me so many things,
that with my most sincere regret,
I don't think so.
How much you allow your mind to fool you,
your analytical, practical, conservative
and viscerally endearing mind.
But all this hunger shows
through a wandering crack
picked up by some indiscreet eye
which never wanted, at all,
dig into your soul.
Were only moments to advertise
your serene beauty,
and here you are,
your pain came to light.
Nobody, not even you,
Oh, God of the topics,
is safe from the rumor of his soul.
If one day you decide to listen to it
I just want you to know
that music, little and melancholic,
came to my ears adrift.
I only want you to know that I love you not
because your seeming perfection
in every way.
But because of that tiny crack in the landscape.
The one that makes you more human and imperfect,
which scares you,
because you can also be scared.
If one day you dive into that unstable emptiness,
I will be there, my heart open,
knowing you're so determined and strong as you are,
as honest, and yes, vulnerable.
Whatever my life will be,
I can wait for you for the whole life.
And then be there, mad and ready
just when you decide, unexpectedly,
throw your heart, like an hazardous coin,
up to the air.
It might not be so bad.
Breathe my love, breathe,
that may be the only gift.
THE AIR

(Perdón por mi inglés, intentaré que me la revisen, pero es que tenía que ser en inglés)