A sponge does not exist to wash the sky
even if you could soap it
and throw buckets and buckets of sea water on it
and to hang it in the sun so that it is dried
it would always lack the bird in silence
methods do not exist to touch the sky
even if you would stretch like a palm tree
and you would manage it in your deliriums
and you would know finally how it is to the touch
you would always need the cotton cloud
a bridge does not exist to cross the sky
even if you were able to arrive at the other border
by force of memory and prognoses
and you would verify that it is not so difficult
you would always need the pine of the twilight
that is why it is a sky that is not yours
even if it is impetuous and torn
however when you arrive at that to which you belong
you would want neither to wash nor touch nor cross
but there will be the bird and the cloud and the pine.
I will be back in a couple of weeks.
Estare de regreso en un par de semanas!