Simple and extraordinary wall. Wall without weight and without color: a hint of air in the air.

From a hillside, birds pass, light passes like a swing, the edge of winter passes like a breawth of summer. A leafy wind and embodied shadows pass.

But a sigh does not break bounds, arms do not meet, and no heart-to-heart is made flesh.

I've filled the raft with little puffs of breath, just enough so I can float.

If my soul had limits so I could blow into it I wouldn't need the raft.

The brown-eyed child and the white-haired grandfather dance in the silent afternoon. They snap their fingers to a rhythm only those who love can hear.

La niña con ojos cafés y el abuelito con pelo blanco bailan en la tarde silenciosa. Castañetean los dedos a un ritmo oido solamente por los que aman.