How are you?
Have we met?
I’ve seen your eyes before.
I’ve seen how they search for him.
I’ve felt you skin,
And found you there.
There…
There you stand with all your beauty.
Where I am neither man, not dust.
Where you are but blind burden my heart has to carry.
Yet, for you,
I sang my song,
Cried
Laughed
And(so that you may take my body)
Died.
Where are you?
Have you carried what I gave you?
We have met before,
(although it was nothing but a second)
Your eyes changed the fate mine carry.
-Alejandro Bonfil