RIMA XV

                                        [Tú y yo.
                                                        Melodía.]

A floating cloud of light mist,
a curling wave of white foam,
            an insistent murmur,
            a golden harp,
a kiss of dawn, a beam of light,
            that is what you are.

You, an ethereal shadow that vanishes
when I try to touch you,
like a flame, like a sound,
like a cloud, like a ripple
            on the blue lake.

A noisy wave on the boundless sea;
in the void, an errant comet;
            the haunting lament
            of the roaring wind,
a constant longing for something better,
            that is what I am.

I, who in my torment, rest my eyes
on your eyes both night and day;
I, who tirelessly and madly chase
after a shadow, the passionate creature
            of a vision!