Glanced up,
the sky looks like a lake
of trembling waters,
and the clouds, immense
ships that move
drifting towards a pier
invisible.
the afternoon is going away
I walk through the streets of the neighborhood
I'm looking for the perfect place
where the beauty of this sunset
devour my blind eyes.
The camera rests on the ledge
of the mirror, portrays times gone by,
the hidden moon, the looks
sparkles in the glass.
Broken time doesn't beat me
in the bones, nor the plow face
of the years.
you go with me by the hand
wild flowers grow
in the hands of children
who play under this sky
open, red and violet.
We almost reached the sidereal
time, the moon comes peeking
behind the bristling shadows
from a hill
over the edge of the horizon
the last birds darken
and in your black eyes flirts
Moon.