Hasta donde quieras Ir (en inglés)

Hasta donde quieras Ir
I found you in the sight of RWS
350 looking at the flowers without realizing
all around
I found among the cans of condensed milk
staring at nothing, smelling cigar
by your father smoked
I found rummaging through the pages of a book
I have never read
because I still write
and I never finish
I lost between light summer leaves
and mild wind
that turned up wherever you go
Far away from here
where you can write
and do not read me me