When your body opens its chest
and lets me wander around the chambers,
the windows of your field will open
and I will see the yellow corn growing
of your bygone hopes.
When your eyes open for me
and let their colour
of pure air cross over the sea
of salty tears.
When there is a party inside you
and you open the door to the squall,
let me sing you a song
and be the first guest.
When your entire body stops being
a world closed with a key
to which I do not have entry,
then light and gardens will be born
that show the sky
with white mists.