On of these days, when I was having trouble finding myself I stumbled in your text, written to me… and there I was, in your words… and all that I could do was remain in silence… I miss you, all your questions remained inside of me…. as a memory of endless conversations.
(... Un día entraste en mi silencio,
tu razón erguida y majestuosa
como un árbol centenario, orgulloso.
Sin el valor,
tal vez ni siquiera la idea
de echarla a un lado, sólo un momento,
e intentar ver el bosque. ...)