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
Pertenece al viento
ResponderEliminarEl 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