"The Journey of My  Soul"

I wander in the world of spirits.

Filled with confusion,

I touch my soul

and yours.

I touch the dust

And the sun.

In the sea, I was a drop of water.

The kind sun took my hand

and helped me rise

in the dry, sad sky

that was only an inverse sea.

A tipsy, wandering wind

in an auspicious, fortunate accident

Put your hand in my hand

and gave our hands to the others'

we made a beautiful,

white,

cottony cloud,

and we wandered again.

Then, the rain was born

when you and I,

freer than ever,

with our hands unchained,

loose,

Joined together in the cold of the night.

We fell on the earth

on thirsty deserts,

desolate lands,

yellow prairies,

high mountains and small hills,

And our bodies

in their unification,

Became a watery mirror

on which the night stars

smiled happily.

It was then

when you and I joined the river

and with the river joined the sea,

The sea, our first rising place,

The sea that was embraced by the earth,

The earth that was wet with the rain,

The rain that became the mirror of the stars,

The stars that smiled,

The smile that sat on our lips,

Those lips that spelled a cry

and a kiss,

The cry that conquered the world,

The kiss that tamed the heart.

In an endless journey,

I start from myself

and I reach you.

I escape you,

and I return to myself.

I give you my soul,

and life begins!