How can you let me think!
I think you do not do it alone,.
Think of you is have you,
as the naked body before kissing,
all before me delivered.
I feel how you see my memory,
how you give up thinking burning,
your great consent in the distance,
and more than consent, rather than surrender,
you help me, you come after me and you teach
you memories foreshortened make me sign
with delight, live, past,
inviting me.
You tell me from there
to do what I want
-unirnos- to pensarte,
and we walked through the kiss you open me,
and we think of you, both, myself.
Author of the poem: Pedro Salinas