«Such a envy this rain arouses me
Though feeling its delicate lightnings
Which strike randomly everything
In this whole blessed sky I can see.
Lunging towards your fingers like a landslide
Landslide whose drops continuously touch you
As if in your palm this drop could mark you
Mark that sensing your skin,a scream of joy can’t hide.
Raindrops sneaking through your ajar window
And slither on your flawless body
It’s all a trivial thought lingering in the limbo
By which your presence I cannot embody»
*Poem Translated as faithful as possible from another own creation in Spanish «Tras el Cristal»*
La Brújula 