Like the sea, kisses 

Emblems mean nothing 
nor vain words that are but breaths of air. 
What matters is the echo of what I heard and listen to. 
Your voice, though dead lives, as I who pass 
here still find you. 

You were more consistent, 
more lasting, not because I kissed you, 
nor because with you, firm, I held fast to existence. 
Rather because like the sea 
after invading the sand deepens, fearful. 
In greens or in foam the sea, joyful, grows distant. 
As it ebbed and flowed, you never return. 

Perhaps because, rolled 
on an endless shore, I could not find you. 
The traces of your foam, 
when the water recedes, remain along the edges. 

I only find edges. Only the fine edge of a voice that 
remains in me. 
Like a bit of seaweed your kisses. 
Magical in the light, then they turn lifeless.

Etiquetas: Vicente Aleixandre