The fountain.

The fountain

Fountain of cold water, like a glass under the bright of the light

Colors like your colors I have never seen before in my life

I like you, I like your sounds, the sounds of your water that falls in the vase

In the calm of the sea of your reverse sky

Tears of happiness fall so softly, so pure, so delicious

Tell me fountain, where is your soul, the soul of your voice that call me around the quiet garden

Where is the vision of you that always wait for me night of day in the center of my memory

Don't forget the answers because I'm always waiting to your voice

Your voice reflected in the walls of the palace like an eco of the heaven

Your liquid voice that give me the peace of the university, day by day beside you

I want to kiss you my beloved fountain, I want to love you, only to love you

And let me stay by you feeling in the sounds of your softly water that falls in the air

 The feeling of my eternal love for you, like the love of a slave to his goodness

José Ramón Carballo

29 de junio de 2012