With Your Voice

You were building my world in all the moments of being with me. Knowingly or unknowingly you were raising the foundations of another world in my land with the murmurs of your voice under your breath. Not a prison. You were building a palace among the ruins unruined. Standing firm — as you see — in the whirlwind in the storm. My love, with the murmurs of your breath in the world of this palace — in the slap of bitter waves on the face of this planet — you have built my world in all the moments of being with me: of being together...