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" the skin of the grapes"

Amor y esperanza.

when your hands go out,

love, toward mine,

what do they bring me flying?

why did they stop

at my mouth,suddenly,

why do I recognize them

as if then,before,

I had touched them.

As if before they existed

they had passed over

my forehead,my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time.
Over the sea.Over the smoke.
Over the spring,
and when your placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognize those golden
dove wings,
I recognize that clay
and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life ,I walked around looking for them.

I went up the stairs,crossed the roads,

trains carried me.waters brought me.

and in the skin of the grapes
I throught I touched you.

the wood suddenly
brought me your touch.
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.