Carta a todos los voluntarios

  You stay after I see you
  like the memory of that sunbeam
  the first of morning
  and like that soft breeze 
  whispering at my window

  as the scent of late night conversations
  sweet tobacco
  and silent faith
   
You stay that way
  Spilling yourself in bed
  with every tear of shame
  with every scar you've bleed

You go, yet you stay
  as any passer by
  like the springs in the past
   
As if I go and get to bed
  --if decide to procrastinate--
  and leave my presence behind
  which still sounds inside a chat

But you stay so sweet
  like a polish pancake
  or the believers prayer

Just stay here for a while
  and I'll let you know
  how perspectives come and go

And If your smile stays
  the sunbeam will smile again
  and softer my morning breeze

Stay here for a while
  --as you're passing by--
  sharing yourself with me
  for I am too a passer by