Hope

Photograph of two beautiful, veiled eyes. By Nana. Some rights reserved.

If I could understand
Why the sun didn't come out,
If I knew how you're able
To hide what you're feeling.

I have tried to find
A motive, a reason,
Why you hurt my being
And my heart.

Every word I say
Is just wind for you;
While every sigh I send
Is born when I think you.

Your eyes have told me a thousand things
But from your voice I have not heard any "I love you"
And even though, in my soul,
you will always be...

And today your eyes
Don't look me like yesterday,
And for you, my smile,
Is hiding a tear.

Each caress from you
Reminds me your being,
Each look of yours, in me,
Becomes hope.

Estefanía Rodríguez was born in Lima in 1985. She is currently a student of the Escuela Nacional Superior de Artes Dramáticas (National School of Advance Studies in Dramatic Arts), and looks forward to specializing in theatre.