What we could



Our moment could have been indestructible

we could have had the strength of the laughter and the memories

the travels in our eyes

the breath of the varying air in our mouths

the voice of the first encounter in our kisses


The sea could have accompanied our spume

mute ashamed

doubtful of its impetus


The Andes of this far country could have been our nostalgia

when we old during the white winter

burned in the flame of time


Our children could have had a face

your beautiful eyes like the sky

or mine obscure

like this sadness


We did what we could:

now nothing is possible


El Matallana

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