She put the light in her eyes
and came awakening springs,
like the moon she touched my window
so that she could pick me up with her wings.
She has the key to this door
/>to find the place where I keep
my virtues, my evils, my insanities,
all my excellences and my failures.
With me through life and I with her
has told joys and sadness
among the storm there is always calm,
it is the whole truth, it is light, it is soul.
I look at it and I don't know what time is
I remember that coffee, that moment
and he returns again that afternoon
the echo of his voice to name him.

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