Nuestro amor... Si muestro amor no fuera, al tiempo que un secreto, un tormento, una duda, una interrogación...

Our Love

If our love were not
simultaneously a secret,
a torment, 
a doubt,
a questioning;

if it were not a long
interminable waiting,
an emptiness in the chest
where the heart pounds
like a closed fist
on some immovable door;

If our love were not
the sad dream
in which you live without me,
inside me,
a life that fills me with dread;

if it were not insomnia,
a light cry
in the deep night;

If our love were not
like a tightrope
where the two of us walk
without a net,
across the void;

if your words were
only words for
naming things
of yours,
no more,
and of mine;

If they did not come to life again,
if they did not evoke tragic
distance and angers,
displaced and forgotten;

if your glance were
always the one that for a moment
- but what an eternal moment!-
is your deepest surrender;

If your kisses were not
trembling and sub-missing
for any lips but mine;
if the lingering moistness of 
your mouth did not blend
its infinite flavour
in my mouth;

if together our lips
naked as bodies
and our bodies together
naked as lips
did not form one body
and one breath,
O ours would not be love,
our love would not be!