Between the Tastes

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her
in the shore of an endless dream.
The girl that was walking on the side walk,
a childhood of, the woman that I loved
along passage with no passers-by,
in the shore of a childhood
that was brimming of people and loneliness.

A girl was paddling in a shoreless sea,
a carriage in the sea of the desert mirage.
I saw her in the shorelessness of one’s eyes,
the beautiful girl that I always met in that eyes.

The echo of a whistle
in the intersection of the seasons!
The sound of a train that brought me always back to life!
The railway that crossed the edges!
The train that was me
though always was gone without me!
A girl that the pink roses of breeze
always blossomed on her cheek,
and wafted her heirs like the night river!

She was everywhere and she was in all the mirrors.
She passed through everything.
The train that its station was every beautiful thing!
She was my girl
and I saw her
in the eternity of a first glance;
a glance always existed regardless of me.

I saw her
wearing every blossoms in spring
and every summer fruit,
with a hat brimming over the horizons,
the strip pants made of every road,
a shirt splats the summer in the cleavage
between the taste of lemon and watermelon.