You hurt me.

"Mildly, unbearably, you hurt me.
Take my head. Cut my neck.
There is nothing left of me after this love.

Under the rubbles of my soul, look for me,
listen to me.
In some place, my surviving voice, is calling,
asking for your amazement, your enlighted silence.

Going across walls, atmospheres, ages,
your face (your face that seems like being true)
comes from death, from before
the first day I awoke to this world.

¡What a clear face, what a softness
of abstracted light,
what a drawing of honey over water leafs!

I love your eyes, I love, I love your eyes,
I´m like the child of your eyes,
like a drop of your eyes I am.
Lift me. From your feet lift me, pick me,
from the ground, from the shadow you step on,
from the corner of your bedroom you don´t see in dreams.
Lift me. Cause I have fallen in your hands,
and wanna live, live, live."
-Jaime Sabines