--> Otto Rene Castillo

Let's Go!

LET’S LOVE THIS WINTER
Oh, my love,
what few winters
will pass
before your hand
that rests on my chest
goes out in flight!

That will be a sad day,
a pain like hard rain.

So you have sown
the future of my pain
in the happy gift
of your splendid soul and flesh.

Oh, my love,
how many winters
will pass
before the moon
in my forehead,
hiding in your hair,
returns
to my aging youth,
a then impossible
distance
the width of my desire.

Let’s love this winter,
love,
now that we are still a year younger
than the winter to come.
And before those that begin,
pass, those that arrive,
and they take your hand from me
and my forehead from you
oh, my love,
with their rain.