Of everything you do,
although how good you treat things makes every act almost perfect,
I still choose those things you want to do.
Those dreams of action.
Because without even being certain I already remember them,
with desire, with endorphins of green hope,
with new airs, with early morning illusion
and with a smile on the lips.

When I look at your open hands:
with a next possible hug,
or a next coming caress;
the wings of a celestial woman are born to me.
It seems age does not weigh on me
nor the deterioration of some future plans.
I am emitting kind waves again
and my confidence in the next to come is so
tangible that I close all my experiences and open all my senses.

That’s why
I love what you plan to do,
because it flashes
as comes and goes,
tickles,
and makes reality tremble.

Montse Lopez Muley Abdhalha
(MUSSIA)

Translator’s note: original poem written in Spanish. Translated with the sole purpose of conveying its general meaning.