Un hombre, una historia
Sus sueños flotan
como globos que se le escapan a un niño
y los detiene un árbol, antes de explotar.
Sus planes van buscando el mar
como barquito de papel
cuando el agua aumenta el caudal
Él pierde sus espacios
día a día, palmo a palmo
como soldado que pierde su trinchera.
Tal vez no entendió su tiempo
su momento, su lugar
y hoy va y viene como la espuma del mar.
De la biblioteca al closet
poco a poco se distanciaron las urgencias
y los sueños se alejaron de su almohada y de su horizonte.
Inmerso sin remedio en el devenir cotidiano
hoy solo es un bicho de horario y producción
que sonríe cuando su memoria le recuerda para que se sueña.
Sus intentos y su capacidad de amar
siguen siendo su herramienta, su salvavidas
pero los avatares del tiempo su fragilidad golpean.
Sus espacios amados, su abrigo y su rincón
conviven con los recuerdos que los años no han podido vencer
y son los pequeños y grandes triunfos que no se entienden que no se ven.
El entorno y las deudas humanas
siempre tienen sus facturas inoportunas y canallas
y el mundo y su locura arrasan con su debilidad.
One man, one story
Their dreams float
like balloons that escape from a child's mouth
and are stopped by a tree, before bursting.
His plans go looking for the sea
like a little paper boat
when the water increases the flow
He loses his spaces
day by day, inch by inch
like a soldier who loses his trench.
Perhaps he did not understand his time
his time, his place
and today he comes and goes like the foam of the sea.
From the library to the closet
little by little the urgencies distanced themselves
and dreams moved away from her pillow and her horizon.
Hopelessly immersed in the daily routine
today he is only a timetable and production critter
who smiles when his memory reminds him what he dreams for.
His attempts and his capacity to love
remain his tool, his lifeline
but the vicissitudes of time strike his fragility.
His beloved spaces, his shelter and his corner
coexist with the memories that the years have not been able to overcome
and they are the small and great triumphs that are not understood that are not seen.
The environment and human debts
always have their inopportune and scoundrelly bills
and the world and its madness sweep away their weakness.
Agradecido por tu visita y lectura
Thank you for your visit and reading
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