Borrowed Day

(Some one asked me Día Prestado in english)

Borrowed Day

This one has been a solar day.
I saw love from distance
going smooth in the morning
like a leaf moving away in the lake.

I stayed under the sun of the summer
thinking slowly in the leaves
and the lakes.

I ate something, read, felt happy
not going to work
watching the clock not failing its steps.

I surrendered incandescent
to see my skin resist
drop by drop the ardor in the forms
my arms adopted strange.

My eyelids felt in a state
my lips closed you down
in a green sintony
in a meek greet.

Thus was rolling the afternoon over my eyes
of this borrowed day
while the globe hardly noted
that I was thinking in leaves
and lakes.