I invent myself in letters,
wanderer's path,
in old oak that paints
His feet were lilac.
In the boisterous singing
of sunrises, in the
provocation to live
what the birds transmit to you
wanderers of the universe.
In the moisturizing arteries
in the earth body, in green
sticker of a survivor
forest.
I invent the city poetry,
the rain applauds, the fire
wishes, the wind hugs,
in your grooves lips I invent
germinating seed.
I invent myself for you, to unite
the veins, like ropes
knotted to a violin.
I invented an atom, a reborn fossil,
arcane cosmos, quantum music,
law of relativity, formula
indecipherable, cosmic chess.
I invent myself in other times,
when we load the oxygen
in the back and the trees
in the head.
I invent myself blind, walking
in the shadows, postulating light.
I invent knowledge,
learn, know and teach.
The windows open
they look out to the shores
of empty horizons,
without matter, although it is said
that there is no space,
I invented and reinvented myself, mutant,
robot, humanoid...all this
for a short time.
! Now I'm human!