She was a girl

Era una chicaque se asombraba de todo.

He was surprised by the gentle rain,

sunny days in the city,

was amazed at how wild a man can be;

loved the small moments,

as when a canary flew and never came back.

She was a girl

who would not take a single step

not knowing where to go.

He liked to watch life from his balcony,

and when he could, he went out,

but he always came back,

unintentionally returned.

Those days soon appeared

with whom I would learn

that pain comes

without being called.

Everything made him curious,

had a beautiful smile to everything,

really enjoyed the rain,

loved the heat

on his neck.

Your hands

replete

of small universes full of chaos.

She was a woman of innocent beauty,

that carried within it a furious animal

that it would not be long before

and that, too,

would be slow to return all freaked out.

Photography by Steven Simon