Wind (A Trip to Chiloé)

The wind made its ways through

your body and mine.

And even though it was too cold, almost

an unbearable mixture of melodies

and memories

that were frozen, and made our noses

leak,

it slipped free, and made us free

in the shade of a mistery mountain.

And there's nothing like holding hands

in a pocket

and kissing the darkness

like it never really happened.

And celebrate we're one.

The wind made its way through

that muddy path in which we were walking,

delighted after seeing all the things we longed

to see

long ago.

After all, we were among a dream

we had seen in other dreams

we hadn't really caught before.

And those dreams passed away

leaving other dusts of other miseries.

But we were finally there

there

in the muddy path

walking our life away.

And there's nothing like holding hands

in a pocket

crossing forests without pictures

and leaving our footprints

down at the sea, up in the wind

and within our brains

to remind us

we're just one.//