In honor of the truth, let us undertake this arduous task: face us with our confused soul. That the most hateful and infamous thought that haunts us comes out, that the pallor appears on our face and we observe with a puzzled look, that the circumstance crosses our thought as challenging us what we were not and are not capable of doing. We will brush in the dejection the murderer personality and we will probably send madness like a monster that breathes close to our face and remembering the beautiful occasions that we lost, the memory of the tourists who have had time, the quiet square in which we were that time, the bread and the book in the seat that still taste sour and finally the shipwreck of the one that rambles, we will know that hell is here and is within each man.
It will feel like the end of all things. We will be like a ghost that looks at what we are losing on all roads and in honor of the truth we will soon reinvent ourselves. We will discover that we're not a body with life but life itself offering the opportunity to discover and feel a body and thus we will know that there is no death but transformation.
The clouds will clear the sky as if not wanting to disturb the birds and we will be able to dance in the void, at night the moonlight will cross each space of the sea and will flood the emptiness of the night sky reflecting in each drop of water and only in this way will we obtain the truly longed for, we will find ourselves looking at our own empty dream.
Si eres amante de las poesías espero esta haya sido de tu agrado. Como decía Cortázar:
If you are a lover of poetry i hope this has been to your liking. As Cortázar said:
"The poet, a permanent contradiction, weaves the poem with the spiders but at the same time wants things out of the web, things flies in their free flight. He knows that in some way he kills things by showing them and that is why, he can no longer not knit the fabric, multiplies the opportunities of distraction, mixes the decks of the present, changes the senses, makes the needles dizzy, confuses entering and leaving, heads and tails, up and down."
Finally, i want to thank #cervantes for the support given to the spanish-speaking community and also #poetsunited for promoting all those who love to write poetry.