How a boat made of paper
that when it gets wet sinks,
like a fruit that every bite
My head is confused,
like a flame that moves
and the wind does not obey ever
I like how you
like a balance that weighs the time
solitude and silence,
like a hole in the universe
where do the dreams,
as a basket to fill
and not empty ever
I like how you
like a wound inside the heart that does not hurt
I like how you
as a closed window that lets the air
a daughter, a mother, a woman in my life
swollen like a cloud of water
that feeds the dry earth,
like wool that protects me
When winter arrives
as the candle remains lit
and that makes me light in darkness,
I like how you
like the road that takes me forever
the exact place where I want to get,
as that place far from the center
where I stop to rest,
as a country without a flag
where they are free,
I like how you