I'm always looking for You. I haven't seen You.
Never. Do I chase after your impressions? Do I wipe them away?
I long for them, I am filled with anguish, and I do not see them.
I know I don't know how to look for You, and I don't give up.
What compels me to follow You? Why do I insist?
Discovering Your face? My wish
I don't know if it's faith. No, I don't know. I don't know if I believe.
Is there something in this? I don't know. I don't even know if I exist.
But, Lord of my adventures, Christ
From my darkness, hear my sigh.
No, I already suffer through life, I don't even
The night. And if dawn breaks, and I don't see You...
At dawn, I will not be able to tell You: I saw
"Your light, your footsteps on earth, and I believe."
Juan José Domenchina
