you leap from star to star.
And each time there's a chime
The moment we each have our own key
To the same flat
I'll shift a piece of the garden
Always when I think of you
dawn breaks above Buenos Aires
and the Atlantic has the inexplicable color of your eyes.
I stretch out the water
in which you are reflected.
With a shout to stop
By just a point
you surpass successful fortune.
By just a drop
Every day I pick up a pen up
afraid that it's completely in vain.
Above the paperwork clouds of office work loom
Ceaselessly you enter my mind
like an urgent poem
to dispute fixed views on life
From morning we tirelessly squander ourselves into the blue,
which falls short of the border between water and sky.
Into the blue in which the swimming routes of fish cross