Poemas: From the threshold of a dream I was called... [Explicación en Sistema de Signos Internacional]
From the threshold of a dream I was called…
It was the good voice, the loved voice.
-Tell me: Will you come with me to see the soul?…
A caress reached my heart.
With you, always… And I went ahead in my dream
along a lengthy, skimpy gallery,
feeling the brush of a pure garb
and the gentle beat of the friendly hand.