A cámara lenta,
juego con el viento.
El sostén se deshilacha.
Tu intención,
mi baño.
Amarillo,
el limón da presencia a mis heridas.
El placer de sacar punta.
Una hormiga me trae una flor.
Modo silencio,
zapatos nuevos,
bajo la luna,
cerca del agua.
Qué bien que llueva,
qué bien que el cielo sea gris.
Luna de nieve.
Hacer visible lo invisible.
Choque,
encuentro.
Voy por caminos llenos de belleza.
Ya he estado aquí antes.
Escucho los pájaros
Sutileza en el cielo.
En las cuerdas.
Con los pies en el mar.
Vivo fuera del tiempo.
.. Y la noche
ya huele a azahar.
*
True time
In slow motion,
I play with the wind.
The bra frays.
Your intention, my bathroom.
Yellow,
the lemon gives presence to my wounds.
The pleasure of sharpening.
An ant brings me a flower.
Silent mode,
new shoes,
under the moon,
near the water.
It's good that it rains,
So good sky is gray.
Snow moon
Make the invisible visible.
Shock,
meeting.
I go through paths full of beauty.
I've been here before.
I listen to the birds
Subtlety in the sky.
On the ropes.
With your feet in the sea.
I live out of time.
.. And the night
already smells like orange blossom.
In slow motion,
I play with the wind.
The bra frays.
Your intention, my bathroom.
Yellow,
the lemon gives presence to my wounds.
The pleasure of sharpening.
An ant brings me a flower.
Silent mode,
new shoes,
under the moon,
near the water.
It's good that it rains,
So good sky is gray.
Snow moon
Make the invisible visible.
Shock,
meeting.
I go through paths full of beauty.
I've been here before.
I listen to the birds
Subtlety in the sky.
On the ropes.
With your feet in the sea.
I live out of time.
.. And the night
already smells like orange blossom.
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