martes, 23 de agosto de 2011

Belongs to the wind

The parfume of my dreams
runs the surface of the ceilings.
Its music seems to be hands
clapping the paint

Its appearance to my eyes,
is like a dress
hanging from the yellow theatre
A lit velvet that agrees to take
the body of a mistaken baloon

Perhaps I could also think
that it is a blessed of fire
which will bring the maps
for guiding my steps
towards its death

1 comentario:

  1. Pertenece al viento

    El perfume de mis sueños
    corre en la superficie de los cielorrasos
    Su mùsica parecieran ser manos
    aplaudiendo la pintura

    Su apariencia a mis ojos,
    es como un vestido
    colgando de la sala amarilla
    Un terciopelo bañado en luz
    que accede a tomar la forma
    de un globo equivocado

    Quizàs tambièn pueda pensar
    que es una bendiciòn de fuego
    que traerà los mapas
    para guiar mis pasos
    hacia su muerte

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