(es hora de seguir otro camino, donde ella no sonría)


I dreamt

I saw Lucia last night

chatting on the train,

going home

from Heidelberg.


Her feet were tucked

underneath her on the seat.

Laughing lightly as she spoke

she warmly gripped my hand.


From time to time

she leant her head towards mine,

almost touching my brow with hers

and smiling like no other woman

could ever smile,


and her sweet breath whispered

the sins of paradise.