I am part of this existence
of the pain in the veins
and love on the lips.
Of every word I write
within the emptiness of this silence,
verb Conjugation,
concentric times and forms,
where the currents flow
of thought.
Of the light that filters,
in that little crack
and turns into sun
light and force.
flowing night fountain
in the arteries, rivers of words
mixed with whispers
of the sea in eternity
of a deep dialogue.
There sail paper boats
in the eternity of time.
My territory is a small corner
from here I observe the universe,
the transformation of the world,
the shadowy city with rows of lanterns
almost blind.
I guess the dream of birds
suddenly a tear from the universe
cross the glass
From here, I hope it lights up
the face of the planet, behind
of that imaginary line
...where the birds are exiled.