Behind the glass

«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»*