Palabras ||||||| Bautista Nicolás

It is not the way you could look at me,
it is not that, for sure,
nor even the previous breath
that I would like to feel
if you may whisper something very close,
it is not that, for sure,
nor the light of your eyes, far,
that maybe that darkly falling night
would give a little bit of new light to my life,
but it is not that, for sure,
it is not the possibility, chance, random, venture
to watch or not to watch again your body,
young, dark, smooth, randy…
it is not that, for sure,
because I am sure of it,
that it is not that.