I had no time to love you
between sculptures and your beautiful figure
with your speaking eyes
and your wrapping dresses.
I had no time to love you
with your innocent lips
while I crossed the people
with confused looks.
I had no time to love you
between busy Belgian streets
with colorful corners
and a worn-out hurry.
I had no time to love you
with your tilted head
your shining glasses
while time passed by.
I had no time to love you
between the whiteness of the fountain
and hundreds of tourists
who urged me to say goodbye.
I was lucky to meet you
in your beautiful and languid figure
in your constant passion
in your red glowing lips
but I had no time to love you.
Jesús Hernando Camacho Mosquera(AI)
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