WATER COLOUR
If I could only paint you in my heart
If I could only paint the eternal light
If I only could.
But the poet remains
And love crashes into the rocks
Of the desolate landscape,
Windswept, despairing solitude.
I can see you smile in the distance
But I cannot get any closer.
I wave at you,
You don't seem to see me.
My legs are stuck on the ground,
Rooted soberness of the fool
Who gave his heart away,
Instead of painting it
With the colours of love.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo