A poem

Trying a poem in english

If I run a little bit
please don´t call me;
If I run, run away too far
until the memory stops
and go straigth
with the sunligth of the
object that was yours
and look inside you
to obtein the answer:
the correct answer
of your wind.


When I look inside me
I don´t see you
because I don´t see me
and discovered
I can´t read the rigth word
to say love,
how can I tell you,
I forgot the rigth letter
to write the ferocity
of the fell,
I need to know you
and here is all my
effort,
to have my hands
touching in you
the last moment
and I migth you
see you once,
after the storm.

I am you. Something good
will be done after tomorrow,
and I laugh of everything
on the street because
nothing has sense
to know you and then
peace, and clear nigth
like the last
time I saw you.

I wake up,
you aren´t here.

Gabriela Villa