I Love to Write

To where you are. (Translated from Spanish)

I´m comming, rowing from afar,
from the main stream
to the labyrinth of islands,
from East to West, from early to late,
across a long diagonal of stars.

I got out of the murky channel
to the clear waters of the river,
with fresh whirlpools
dancing over the yelow sandbanks.

I follow a line of stones in the deep,
a road of lights, a path of water.
I´m going to where I´ve never been,
I´m comming to where I always,
To the shore where your greeting lights up,
to where shines your moving scarf,
to where awaits for me
your welcome and my prize.