You Touched Me* (Walking on butter roller skates)

Walking on butter roller skates

over the ground at 50 degrees.

You touched me and I stepped a prairie  barefoot 

South of any country.

I looked the crag at the end of the road

and I covered my eyes to not see 

that you were not jumping alone 

I stood there waiting to find 

a shortcut that crosses our roads 

the day that you walk alone 

and remember the moment you were there.

Then I woke up.

But you touched me ...

Now I don’t want another thing

That isn’t to dream again.

@barubaro

Translated by Alejandro Posada

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