I wish I could be now, precisely,
enjoying the silence of your lips,
messengers who are of love, even silent.
I wish I could have, for a moment,
at this time, the comforting contact
of your fingers, lightly.
I wish I was smiling, walking
paths that I know in your body,
that we have traveled together, slowly.
For an instant, just an instant,
I wish I could stroke your hair
bright, fragrant, beautiful.
I wish I never woke up from this dream of mine,
to live your affections with you forever,
wanted to. Ah, as I wished.