Otro cielo / Another sky on Flickr.
There is no sponge to wash the sky,
but even if you could lather it
and then throw buckets and buckets of sea
and hang it in the sun to dry,
always would lack the silent bird.
There are no methods to touch the sky,
but even if you would strech out like a palm
and you would achieve touch it in your delusion
and knew at last how the touch is,
always would lack the cotton cloud.
There is no bridge to cross the sky,
but altough you would get reach the other shore
dint of memory and forecasts
and see that it´s not so difficult,
always would lack the twilight pine.
That´s because it is a sky that is not yours,
even impetuous and torn;
however, when you get the one that belongs to you,
you won´t want to wash it, or touch it, or cross it,
but there will be the bird, and the cloud, and the pine.