The simile sphere loses height
to the rhythm of gravity
takes on new forms
and no longer strange
your original drive.
Share the soul in its fragments
and everything is left with nothing.
The light hurts the precariousness
of the new continents,
its sharp edges threaten
the integrity of its shores.
It beats in each child of the moment
an eternal time, something
similar to the truth
always escapes
reconstructing the past.

Look at me
with your eyes
of the color of time
of the nights
of the days.
Look at me, I ask you.
A while before.
when i see coming
The rain
the storms
that jump
of silence.
Look at me, I ask you
in the middle of
marasmus
when time stands still
and the afternoon does not finish falling
plus
and eternity
It's in your hands
docile
like a kitten
hoping for
caress her
To wake up.
Look at me, I ask you
From the bottom
where do i go
scratching the ground
looking for me