Poem by Graciela Langorte
We just look at the same sky.
Send kisses to the moon in those long nights of concern.
We limit ourselves.
I didn’t want to want him and he walked by my side,
He gave me comfort, embraced my dreams,
He waited for me.
Learn to love it.
Today we are like this, in love, sending kisses to the moon
And watching both the same sky, limited.
While a cold tear slips slowly through my cheeks.
My heart screams calls him, in love.
Where will the night of this Saturday be, who does not listen to the voice of my call?.
Why we have to live like this, limited. ?