Love with little hands.

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand.
While the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Under the summer roses


When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk of the wild red leaves,
Love with little hands, comes and touches you.
With a thousand of memories,  and asks you:
Beautiful, unanswerable question.