"THE SILENCE WORTH"

I do not let think about you.

I want to show itself to the window

and to see in the rainbow

your reflected face.

The love that lives in my chest,

like prisoner who fulfills sentence,

he is strong and powerful

and it fights to escape towards outside.

More painful it is silence,

That one not to say anything,

that as much it bothers to you

when breakfast with you each morning.

If the shyness is a disease,

I must be in final stage,

because although I try it

with you I cannot speak.

I would like to tel you precious things,

What my to speak became poet language!

That my mind invented fantastic worlds

where to shelter to us like ascetas.

But everything what I say is fantasy.

The one that disturbs my mind,

the one that does not let to me rest

neither at night nor by day

only because in my dreams always you are present.

But as you know what by you I feel,

if I am dumb and not of birth,

I do not dare to look at you

and less still,  throw out of my thought.