From a very strange sky
she came
and she sneaked in
among my childhood dreams:
she wanted to meet me
sing me her songs,
kiss my illusions
and whisper softly
what the mornings of your life
they told him between rivers of lukewarmness;
she also wanted
with your loving hands
teach me to trace my heart
for it to fly
the barrel of my soul
into the light of her smile
that little star
that me now
I can only imagine
shining with tenderness
in the evening gaze
of my mother. I climb the hill
a chimango
fly over epiphanies
there is no point of arrival
the ancient seabed
question me
stones never lie.