-He caído
-Gracias por existir
Y atravesé la noche,
como la que atraviesa la frontera.
Atardeceres rosas,
aceptar el final
Están cortando los troncos
que sostienen las ramas
de las hojas que me gusta escuchar.
Llevo interrogantes y estrellas
¿Cómo explicar el mar?
Celebrar.
Corazones piedra o piedra en forma de corazón,
huellas de herradura en la arena.
A ciegas.
Vivir al margen de las historias personales.
Las voces están fallando.
Sólo veo una densa nada en mis fotos,
afortunadamente llegan hoy nubes.
"Ya va a amanecer, tranquila hija"
Me dice un hombre al pasar cerca de la media noche.
El vuelo de la hoja hasta el río,
una estrella fugaz y la ambivalencia
ante la admiración de la belleza
a estas caídas.
Disonancias.
Hoy me cogen en brazos.
¡Ay! ¡Los abismos sin profundidad!
Sería más fácil si lloviera,
madre de las aguas,
mamacocha.
Sin filtro.
A veces tiemblo.
Somos nada,
somos infinitos infinitos.
Aroha es amor en mahorí.
Salvavidas en el río.
Crear,
vivir
maravillas.
*
-I've fallen
-Thank you for existing
And I went through the night,
like the one that crosses the border.
Pink sunsets,
accept the end
They are cutting the trunks
that hold the branches
of the leaves that I like to hear.
I carry questions and stars
How to explain the sea?
Celebrate.
Hearts stone or stone in the shape of a heart,
Horseshoe tracks in the sand.
Blindly.
Live apart from personal stories.
The voices are failing.
I only see a dense nothing in my photos,
Fortunately, clouds arrive today.
"Soon It's going to dawn, dear daughter"
A man tells me as he passes near midnight.
The flight of the leaf to the river,
a shooting star
And I went through the night,
like the one that crosses the border.
Pink sunsets,
accept the end
They are cutting the trunks
that hold the branches
of the leaves that I like to hear.
I carry questions and stars
How to explain the sea?
Celebrate.
Hearts stone or stone in the shape of a heart,
Horseshoe tracks in the sand.
Blindly.
Live apart from personal stories.
The voices are failing.
I only see a dense nothing in my photos,
Fortunately, clouds arrive today.
"Soon It's going to dawn, dear daughter"
A man tells me as he passes near midnight.
The flight of the leaf to the river,
a shooting star
and ambivalence
of the admiration of beauty
to these falls.
Dissonances
Today they take me in arms.
Oh! The abysses without depth!
It would be easier if it rained,
mother of the waters,
mamacocha
Unfiltered.
Sometimes I tremble.
Dissonances
Today they take me in arms.
Oh! The abysses without depth!
It would be easier if it rained,
mother of the waters,
mamacocha
Unfiltered.
Sometimes I tremble.
We are nothing,
we are infinite infinities.
Aroha is love in a maori.
Lifeguard on the river.
Create,
live
wonders
Create,
live
wonders
