‘Like a graceful
yet mighty arrow
I saw you
shooting through the town
with the name “Adventure”
upon you.
I saw your coat fluttering
with wind’s madness,
irises of deeper colour
than the darkest tree’s bark,
nose drugged with the scent
of Poetry transcripted
and bare feet carrying with themselves
the heraldry of freedom
and a better world.
With books from faraway lands,
of wonders,
as a shield on your chest
from all that’s choked,
ideas unattainable to the Black Pit, thoughts
and dreams piercing
the surroundings’ façade
and the Village whirling into blur
from the speed of yours,
every time you’re the most beautiful feature
among the trash bins we live in.
Couldn’t take my eyes
and thoughts of you…’
Pero nadie se da cuenta,
nadie lo escupe por los dientes.
Ahogados por el tiempo
no me ven/sienten fluyendo entre ellos,
no ven la Esperanza
por debajo de sus parpados.
Como magia o viento vuelo,
espero hasta que alguien
me capture
con esta atención
en un jarrón
y me susurre
un amor así
como arriba.

I walked in rain today.
As a trooper I came,
on my own,
as the rain’s body I,
in the forest on the road back,
left.
Rain put Home on my lips,
head
and lungs
through chills of tundra in them,
blurring of the vessel
by streams of constancy
on my visage.
So close to the most righteous place of me,
of appurtenance,
I almost came into ragged breaths,
oxygen not sufficing for Heart.
Weren’t it for the body
I had to take care of
and still don’t know
how to leave unattended,
I would have begged all that water of crystal,
turning all the world into shiny blurs,
to take me with itself for a joyride
and don’t return to this land soon.