domingo, 10 de julio de 2011

I see your face

I see your face in the strangest places,
and it seems to me that every man looks like you,
and it seems to me that you are behind me
waiting to hold my hand,
like a presence that is repeated
during the long sleepless hours.
Following but hiding,
in an obscure absence
of breath and substance.
Maybe because we seek what is impossible to find,
maybe because we want what we cannot have.