My love

when the sun has given way to silence

and I am there dazzled by your light

when my hands

offer refuge to hopelessness

exactly at that very moment

when you feel the dawn disturbs your mood

I want you to read this poem

to the angry and sad

to the crying and suffering

to the mother who's had enough of her struggles

to the child running free

around the fields of Chincha

roasting his skin bear

in search of hope

just like us on the edge of the abbys

with your reflection on a cup of coffee

I yearn for many to recite your creed

and thus prolongue the joy of bringing to life

the fallen titan that has remained from our devotion

I want to travel in my memories

Denisse

where I am able to reach your image:

which resembles a small part of me

From Book: “ALMA. Cuando un corazón emigra"

Translated into English by Misael Marceliano