siempre me abri asiiiiii VO

petalo a petalo Y

como lA prima VERa

QUE te toca bien

que te toca sabiendo

como a su primer PrIMo POLLITO

el venD1dor de las minusculas

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and

my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;