The poem was far away and returned from so many deserts he was.

In solitude, he toured the country  in the half the world and between sea and sea and two oceans, but also the same everywhere.

But he never desisted because wanted to find something more.

Again, the poem went more and more away and kept looking even he traveled missed from one place to another.

Finally, decided to return to the edge of his beginning travel.

Perplexed I read his final writing:... "Behind the Galaxy Edge, speaks  indigent the same caveman "...

Uncertain loneliness pain dresses and appeared that day.

No messages arrive early as every Saturday was.

And after work that night, no one expects him.

That unmistakable Hello! No longer will return to hear.

He comes from away looking work and welfare and, in return found a strange feeling, that changed his life forever.

It's  invisible the mark on the passport of an unknown country.

The city is same but definitely different as when he arrived. It is impossible to name, perhaps. The wind is still blowing cold and the trees are without leaves-.

That day -that city- watched him walk away without a word.

Even the sweet kiss that woke up a different morning do not accompany him.

The nights and days caressed unknowingly be forgotten and no one will undress him tenderly.

And indeed, it is uncertain whether leaves or dies.

In the distance, the voice of a judge revokes that forgiveness for deportation.

Maybe someday meet again or maybe the oblivion take them by surprise. But in the city, no one knows whether dusk or dawn, but he never sees them again.

And the lonely city, remain behind expecting that someday others dare
to enter and stay forever.

The Sun, at sunset,
And the landscape that fades into  trembling reds.

His strong hands, and
His others dreams.

Without his clothes,
Maybe he did, the same as always does, over and over.

Thoughts he forgets himself,
his voice and the expressions of his eyes.

A memory, endless echoes of a sweet love,
that began with a casual encounter.

Was   only a moment,
But he never stopped loving him,
His little mouse, as he called.

As the time goes and come back,
He remembers those years and those days.

And that night and that morning,
when he wakes up,
with a kiss on his lips.


He didn't know what to do,
and he never knows what to do,
because in front of the love,
nobody knows what to do,
Never,
Ever.

Doesn't matter if your answer is yes,
Doesn't matter if your answer is not.

I came not for your yes,
no for your not.

I came for me,
for myself.
I came for you,
for yourself.

And I finally found me,
And I finally found you,
Do whatever you like with my love Adam...

.
.
That I can no longer be on your side, and I know it.
I know, that you don't want to keep hurting me.
I know, that I love you in a way and you in another.
As well, you've struggled to understand it and,
have not been able to reconcile that in you.
we can't change who we are.
but stay, your smile and tenderness are on me.

You know, possibly we never we'll see each other once more,
Even less, from where you got the strength to stay away?

Yield your body who you want,
and learn to love from her.
I didn't come into your life to be compared.
I am not comparable.
I am what you knew.
I was for you and I was for myself.
I learned to be a man, when I started to love you.

Please, take care of yourself, Cesar.
And once in a while don't forget me.

The voice of his heart is silent,
distant as  never exists.

It comes soaked from a rain,
and sits there and look at.

The language of his eyes,
is the only certainty.

The scent in the perfume,
the skin color,
his small fatigued feet,
are never strange for him.

His voice as he recognizes,
when  hears.

His lips,
as he sees,
delicate as petals,
ambiguous,
and the voice
- that voice -
that made his own one
*unknown.

Aprendi a ser valiente,
Mirandome en tus ojos.
Encontrandote,
en tu bosque de sueños.


Aprendi a tocarte,
mirandote lejano,
como en el fondo del mar.

Aprendi esa noche,
Esa unica noche,
Que te desnudaron mis manos,
Con tus manos suaves.


Aprendi a encontrarte
Cuando estas y no estas,
Cuando somos solitarios,
Y me olvidas,
Y regresas.
Con amor o sin el,
Porque no hay fin,
Nunca lo habra.