(Hoagy Carmichael /John Mercer)

Have you anything to say to me?
Won’t you tell me where my love can be? Is there a meadow in the mist, Where someone’s waiting to be kissed?

Have you seen a valley green with spring
Where my heart can go a-journeying,
Over the shadows in the rain
To a blossom covered lane?
And in your lonely flight,
Haven’t you heard the music in the night,
Wonderful music,
Faint as a «will-o-the-wisp,» Crazy as a loon,
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon (Oh)

I don’t know if you can find these things,
But my heart is riding on your wings,
So if you see them anywhere,
Won’t you lead me there?

Para I, Poesía

Regreso al Mediterráneo

Entre azules y suspiros.
Añora y miente piadosa.
Las olas sabe, cansadas,
lavan, destiñen risas pasadas,
amor de un instante.
Sus ruidos,
atentos tenores,
escuchan cuentos en arrullos.
Lejos se miran sin mirarse porque miran para adentro,
subidos en ese vaivén llamado vida,
sin mirar hacia abajo,
deshojando días y temores
se alejan.