Every time I disagree, I am scared of its end.
The sip of coffee, the absent verse, the other hand that no longer holds me.
It hurts so much to wait ..
The boy had no eyes for anyone else, she was her light and hope. At first he thought it would be impossible; She was very high, among so much distinguished people. He approached with verses in November and invited her to a coffee, a sip of those that transforms everything.
They walked together on the sunset, exchanged dreams until the kiss that woke them up and played to be happy.
Thirty moons later he felt jealous because in her eyes he didn't find the same light.
And he decided to save her from his arms like who emerges from a star.
With a bouquet of lilacs and pilgrims left these verses, next to the same coffee where they swore to be happy until love and time:
I go out to die from a less sublime fish.
Incision in the voice, in the deep desires, in the rust ... and
I know the flesh is a door, that they will enter in shifts to rummage into the pleasure that does not hurt
I will pretend poppies and mills like a temple of Aphrodite.
I will be the oblation between two lights.
All your birds are awake of exaggerated moon falling to a few names from my house.
I don't want to find runes in your fields, hieroglyphs pieces of other nights that perspire from your eyes.
Everything begins to fall from the spaces that your wings demand.
You want to fly, to know you are free despite the spoils that feed you.
I have to say it as an advertisement: tomorrow in singular, a broken body that does not expect or sinks.
I go out in search of the fish that is fragmented and I do not regret the cuts in the waiting or the proximity of the starting point.
Those who look through the web windows, those who sigh from distant pacts,
those who found spells and guess,
those who applaud your miracles;
They will lift you to the cross.
In a mean time: I go out to die of a fish that does not return because it does not know, it cannot walk in circles like vultures.
Versión en español
Cuando las cosas se desvanecen
Cada vez que desando algún camino, me asusta su final.
El sorbo de café, el verso ausente, la otra mano que ya no me sostiene.
Duele tanto esperar..
El muchacho no tenía ojos para nadie más, ella era su luz y su esperanza. Al principio pensó que sería imposible; ella estaba muy alto, entre tanta gente distinguida. El se acercó con versos en noviembre y la invitó a un café, un sorbo de esos que lo transforma todo.
Caminaron juntos sobre el atardecer, intercambiaron sueños hasta que el besó los despertó y jugaron a ser felices.
Treinta lunas después él sintió celos porque en los ojos de ella no encontraba la misma luz .
Y decidió salvarla de sus brazos como quien se desprende de una estrella.
Con un ramo de lilas y romeros le dejó estos versos, junto al mismo café donde juraron ser felices hasta el amor y el tiempo:
Salgo a morir de un pez menos sublime.
Incisión en la voz, en los hondos deseos, en la herrumbre…y
Se que la carne es una puerta, que ellos entrarán por turnos a hurgar en el placer que no les duele
Yo fingiré amapolas y molinos como un templo de Afrodita.
Yo seré la oblación entre dos luces.
Todos tus pájaros están despiertos de exagerada luna cayendo a pocos nombres de mi casa.
No quiero encontrar runas en tus campos, jeroglíficos trozos de otras noches que transpiran desde tus ojos.
Todo comienza a caer desde los espacios que tus alas exigen.
Quieres volar, saberte libre a pesar de los despojos que te alimentan.
Lo tengo que decir como un anuncio : mañana en singular, un cuerpo roto que no espera ni se hunde.
Salgo en busca del pez que se fragmenta y no lamento los cortes en la espera ni la proximidad del punto de partida.
Los que miran por las ventanas web, los que suspiran desde lejanos pactos, los que fundan conjuros y adivinan, los que aplauden tus milagros; te alzarán a la cruz enardecidos.
Yo: salgo a morir de un pez que no regresa porque no sabe, no puede andar en círculos como los buitres.
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