The wait

Somos uno

en lo alto del instante.

      Jorge Gaitán Durán

 This is the time and we already knew when your fingers briefly dancing greetings or goodbye we do not want to predict and the air of the street is loaded with a bird passes flying over your shoulder and the cypresses spread in the wind a scent of pale Fears We are two on the ridge and your foot does not dare to sit on the path and my song does not dare to stand above the evening already full of aromas and rebirths From the top of the road we shade under the gray of this uncertain time Where everything is mute even your voice and everything is waiting .We are two it should not         be forgotten.

                                                                                                       Emilio Giossi            Martha Canfield