A letter that ended up underwater.
A paper plane with a retired dream.
The time I thought a fish could cry.
The acid you took that fell asleep.
The one-tooth fork haunting the knife’s bad dreams.
And the side effects of aspirin.
That’s the only thing I’ll keep.
You´re like a petrichor
ReplyDeleteThat's deeply and anonymously flattering
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry if I was flippant when I wrote that phrase. your text just reminded me, the rhythm, music and smell of rain water and the moisture melted melancholy that precedes it. I won´t intended to be one of, that I guess a long list of flattering admirers. I didn't want offend in any way your words or You.
ReplyDeleteNo offense taken, but on the contrary. I thank you for the comment, it made me reconsider something I had left behind long time ago. I think it's beautiful if something can ever remind you such beautiful things. Thank you.
ReplyDelete"¡Ah!, ese día
ReplyDeleteabriremos los brazos
sin temer que el instinto nos muerda los garrones,
ni recelar de todo,
hasta de nuestra sombra;
y seremos capaces de acercarnos al pasto,
a la noche,
a los ríos,
sin rubor,
mansamente,
con las pupilas claras,
con las manos tranquilas;
y usaremos palabras sustanciosas,
auténticas;
no como esos vocablos erizados de inquina
que babean las hienas al instarnos al odio,
ni aquellos que se asfixian
en estrofas de almíbar
y fustigada clara de huevo corrompido;
sino palabras simples,
de arroyo,
de raíces,
que en vez de separarnos
nos acerquen un poco... "