Through my Window

I have imagine the sons and daughters
That I could have,
And they have them without me.
They are not mine,
And is the “could be” feeling
Which let me dream the story.

Through my window have passed all
Lovers, dreams, and lonely seconds.
Now, there is you:
With the fog eyes of the autumn,
The barefoot isle,
The hidden nude feelings
Raising with the color
And falling with the wind.

There is this light waking me up.
Different lighting to follow
And let it strike me inside.

My eyes fly over the city
In the lost season
Undressing what we have blindly built.

I have imagine through my window
The life I will have
Too many times,
Too many people
And just one window
My window and our heartbeats
Seem to have this music, the rhythm.
Life goes by and crash against a harbor.

New things are complaining
To be discovered,
My window is looking for them,
Figuring out how  is it going to stop?
Where? Why?

The blankets to hide this seconds
Wait for the moment,
Are we allowing them to stop us?
Are we changing the course of the story?
Are we seeing through my window?

Where we can find our window?
Then I can close mine,
See the blankets and begin together.

We Are Sorrow

Things have been our sight
Diminished by fear, pain and love.
This city has something
That is going to be our secret,
Our shine,
Our sorrow.

There were no waitresses
To whom we can ask for the tip.
We just have this Saturday silence
To share over the book.

I have seen you waiting,
I have seen myself not arriving,
I am late,
Not in dreams but in seconds.

We are guilty of the impossible,
We are sorry for the dreams
We are sorry for our lost.

There is something we are missing
And we are sorrow.

Promise Laugh

Is there a land
For your teeth to show the cloud,
Where is the lighting in your lips,
The explosion of your heart
The sound of your throat.

I have seen you, not today,
No yesterday,
I have seen you for ages
And you lost it.

Where did it go?
Now it is the time make it shine,
Let it be,
Runaway from the cave of “should”
And go to the field of “being.”

Let the highlights make the shadows,
Let you be for a second,
Live,
Laugh
If you want to have them for you
There is always time to take them.

Today just laugh
And become this lighting
That you have lost a long time ago.

Please draw an emotion with a shadow,
You can shoot everything out,
Spit the Ha, the He, the Hi
I would say my silly things
If it is needed.

I would run naked in the rain,
If with my skinny legs you can make it happen.

I can be the one who tickles you and run
But you have to promise,
That you are going to be the one,
The one that is going to catch me
Kick me,
And more important
The one that laughs.

Belleza Excepcional

La forma más clara de belleza
No es la canción
Ni siquiera la historia
Enlazada en nuestras cejas,
Fluyendo entre tus labios,
Deseando.

La belleza es el segundo interminable
En un otoño heroico
Y macerado en nuestra alma.
Es un perímetro donde tu alma, mi alma,
Las almas convergen y al tiempo
Viven paralelas.

En este mundo hay más tristezas compartidas
Que son bellas,
Las miradas disparando un sentimiento,
Las palabras inertes, que ahí,
Ahí en su vacío dicen mucho.
También están los olvidos
Ese espacio donde nada importa
Y todo es nuestro.

Ante la belleza no sólo queda dejarle la vista,
El olfato, el gusto, el tacto.
No caeremos en esa tentación intrínseca
A la piel,
No dejemos que la luz nos moje
De blancura.

La belleza excepcional
Está en el suspiro esta mañana
Latente de uno nuevo,
A la espera de volver al muelle
Girar las olas
Y despertar los sueños.

Esta forma de belleza no nos pertenece,
Es ufana e intranquila,
Etérea como la muerte de la estrella.
Encontrar la belleza excepcional
Nos lleva a cortar todos los trazos,
Detener a todos los dioses
Y armar nuestras almas con algo
Tan simple
Como nosotros mismos:
El corazón abierto sintiendo
Que la Belleza Excepcional está el alma
La tuya, la mía, la nuestra.
Es excepcional sí,
Pero solamente si es nuestra,
Compartida.