As I do every time it is possible, today I bring my participation in the Poetry Contest in honor of the Spanish writer Gustavo Adolfo Becquer. Since my participation does not compete, but only intends to serve as a stimulus for others to participate, I have not limited myself to the number of verses established by the contest, since this is a subject that touches me deeply and I did not want to put a bridle on my imagination.

So that these contests promoted by Literatos, can go ahead, your participation is necessary!

Success!

How can I not question you,
if even I question myself?
How can I trust you who are present
in all pains?
It is true that you are there
where the dawn flashes
and where the moon kisses the seas.
But I also show my benevolence,
in spite of dastardly deeds that have marked me.

Who are you and what is your side, I ask myself,
if in the war you too have been stained.
You echo the struggles of the peoples
and of the passion of lovers.
And you vibrate at the birth of new life,
and likewise you have praised death.

Then I choose to banish you from my days,
but the emptiness becomes bitter.
I don't know who I am without you,
but not knowing about you causes me havoc.
This uncertainty of being or not being
blinds my senses
when I try to demystify you.

I question you because of your innate beauty,
just as one doubts the beloved woman.
And how I have loved you without you being mine!
Millions have paid obeisance to you
and they have tried to seize you,
but there is no one who can imprison you.
You escape through the doors of dreams,
through the breeze that emanates from the lips,
through the whisper of the unloved ones
and you dwell in every petal on a button,
in every cloud bathed by the sun.

And unlike me,
you spring stronger every day,
wider, purer, more human,
as would life itself!