Country

Your eyes are from where

the snow has not stained the light,

and between the palms the air

invisible is clear.

 

Your wish is from where

the animal is allied to the bodies

with secret grace

look and smile.

 

Your existence is from where

thought is perceived

in the sand of friendly seas,

in eternity in time.

 

Luis Cernuda

 

It's Only Love

Done