By Eddy Montilla.
To talk about you, I don’t need efforts,
eloquent speeches or feverish dreams.
I don’t have to stare at my own image,
reflected in the water of a pool like Narcissus.
I don’t need pink hands like Aurora.
There is no need to hold out hope or futile remembrances.
There is no need to wait until the butterflies kiss the geraniums.
To talk about you, licenses are not required.
I don’t have to be an oracle or a lifelong dream.
I don’t have to sell time and try to earn high rates of interest
or to shake the foundations of my conscience in order to find there a lost moment.
It’s not necessary to be a lawyer or engineer;
it could be better to be a carpenter or a poet.
To talk about you, I only need a minute:
A minute of silence.
A minute of peace.
A minute from God.
A minute of love.
A minute of minute.
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