GUILL É N, Jorge
I am so happy. It is wonderful
To breathe the air and be in the morning light.
On a day like this, if the soul weighs anything
It is like the weight of a flower bending itself
Down to the earth in the weightless light and air.
Everything calmly gives itself up
To happiness on a day like this. The whiteness
Of a wall gives whiteness to the eye that looks at it.
The grass in the vacant lot across the street
Yields to the morning breeze that flows across it,
Till the breeze dies down like the end of a sentence spoken
The sea is an oblivion
The sea is an oblivion,
a song, a lip;
the sea is a lover,
faithful response to desire.
It's like a nightingale
and its waters are feathers,
impulses that raise
to the cold stars.
His caresses are dreams
they open death ajar,
they are accessible moons,
they are the highest life.
On dark backs
the waves are enjoying.