Sigo esperando cosas que no llegan,
momentos que no existen y que añoro
tiempos que no serán documentados
converso conmigo mismo,
escribo lo que siento
lo expongo y espero
y se pasan las horas esperando las reacciones
pues aunque estoy seguro que soy leído
y sentido, no recibo respuesta
camino, lavo ropa,
como, riego las plantas,
me siento y espero
vivo de los recuerdos de un verano,
de los momentos que no fueron documentados
y espero cosas que no llegarán
I want a girl like you
with an undefined ethnicity,
a tall and proud woman
who can sing her way into my world
a woman who can split atoms,
discover new infinites,
a woman who can teach me
the secrets of science
someone who can follow me
when I get arrested for dissenting,
from revolting, who can in solidarity
be a sister, and a companion
a creator, an experimenter,
a singer, someone who can calm
a crowd with the mellow tones
of her alto voice
a head adorned with silver,
signs of knowledge and wisdom,
a voice that can calm the revolt
that lives in my head
a fountain of life,
the brewmaster of a concoction
that blends the best of me
and the magic of you
a caregiver that never rests,
the one who is not intimidated
by my wounds, my pain,
or my incapacities
someone who does not own me,
who cares for my independence,
my thought, my feeling,
who sets me free and waits
I want a girl like you
or maybe I should say
I want to find myself in your arms
the day I die
