THE BLINDNESS

Mariela laughed jumping over the puddles,
that the recent rain had left,
Mariela sang under the gray sky,
as if the sun accompanied her on guitar.
I still remember her, living,
with the naked torso, in panties,
shaking the November drowsiness,
when the cats climb the roofs.
Mariela kissed the cheeks of the town,
with his lips barely warm,
Mariela saw from her heart,
what his dead eyes would not let him.
Mariela disappeared one morning,
and nobody seemed to notice,
only the moon that to look for it,
He never came back with those people again.