I have learned to look straight ahead
although the blindness of the sun
it eats at my retinas.
I have learned to tell the truth
even if it hurts and weighs like one
earthenware in the conscience of those who
they do not digest that principle.
I have learned from the silences
where the soul blooms, where it screams
the dumbness, they open in songs
the breasts of the birds
and the violin strings flow
like rivers in the eternity of blood.
I have learned to walk the path
straight, where you find the hug
free from the wind that caresses you
the desires of the day.
I have learned that the night sighs
in your belly, that love is breathed
in the universe and hate is what
more damage does to the human being.
I have learned to bristle the skin of the night
to whisper in the snail of your ear
to kiss your lips of petals
to go through you blindly guided by the smell
of your skin, to love you as you are.
I have learned to describe a landscape
forgotten in time, to sleep
in any city that appears
in my dreams, although the city
Look sad and by the subways
of the subway souls travel to destinations
unknown.
I have learned to take care of nature,
to plant a tree to harvest oxygen.
I have learned that the simplest things
they have a soul, that the brain is the universe
as far as we want
expand, there's a space in me
that vibrates, throbs and dreams...