Al principio era la playa.
Mis dedos tragados por la arena.
Mi peso de palabras añadiendo masa al problema.
Un brillo del agua.
Y un hechizo de promesa.
Nada.
Pero la marea.
Quiero ir de reversa.
Demasiado rápido,
Escupiendo sal y arena.
Una piña de latas en conserva,
El escondite de un dragón pequeño.
El cielo amenaza azul tormenta.
I met a white wall.
It wasn't that tall.
It had sparkling eyes.
Thinking what to write on it,
I ended asking things.
The wall,
politely replied back.
It made no question on regard.
I was confused and awed.
Was I to be changed?
Were my colours to be tainted?
Or had it already ended at hi?
And so discarded the reply went by.
Was it my questions?
Was clarification needed?
Or too much info poured?
Whom, may I inquire.
Whom may I return to,
without fire?
I dreamed a dragon,
Once more.
And once more smoke I grasped.
Fuel is none.
And with the flow I lull the love once I dreamed about.
Only youth survives winter snores.
Today I said no.
I don't believe.
Fate is too much a thing outside of me.
Whether I said yes,
It was fated a meet.
A rejection?
Brought by stars as well.
Orchestrated by who knows.
And the unknown why,
No one could explain.
Where does it fall,
The only thing I find purposely in life?
Decision is mine.
Atoms are hazard in play.
The universe's got no mind.
Everything comes by,
Just like that.
Herefore,
It was doomed sad.
Worst!
It was a letter that wasn't a letter.
An invitation!
Nothing I would want.
I write letters to be replied.
Yes!
As letters, right?
I'll walk that wall.
Leave behind,
Every dream that was trashed.
Plunge into the sea,
Proud and abide.
Linked to my own colour of time.
Everything I wanted untrue by design.
No matter the scars,
I'll look down upon.
Upon that long entrance,
Where darkness gulps you entire.
I'll walk that wall.
That's all I call.
Behind the glass there's past.
Severed.
Unknown.
A great empire.
Outside,
The rain.
Work to be done coming.
Mud to be removed.
It won't be magnificent.
I'll live under the unglory of today,
Pretending not to die till I find my place in world.
Hurry up and disappear,
The human’s here!
But I landed right on it….
Jump, jump, free!
On the wild weeds hidden be.
Unrelentingly curious,
The weeds moved aside.
Black eyes it stared and I:
Just a picture my good Sir?
Thanks, bye.
Plaf plaf plaf.
Bajito bajito.
Apenas como un suspiro,
Aliento de sol de un ratito.
Cuentas de mineral de oxígeno cortando el instante,
La luz era una sonrisa Polaroid.
Guardalo y enmarañalo.
Sácalo del cajón y examina.
Poco a poco hace sentido.
Torcido.
Minado.
Dañado.
Estás ahí,
Con años encima.
Estás así,
Con cobardía de sandía.
No muerto.
No vivo.
Esperando por un día.
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En el alhajero del bosque,
Con joyas de goma que sueltan esporas.
Y gotas de vidrio que se evaporan.
Los tesoros se suman y se suceden con la fortuna lluvia.
Minucias de seda pobladas de oberones negro-amarilloque devoran las ropas de Titania.
Uno tras otro se develan bajo las cortinas de frondas.
