"Perseverance is invincible. That is why time, in its action, destroys and overthrows all power."

Plutarch (50-125)Greek Writer

A rebellious blink

Each tree is renewed with the kiss of the moon
and denies before his light the mantle of the passage of time,
listening to the notes of a nocturnal bird
who, dreaming of her shadow, has fallen asleep.

Our shadows nest
in hissing nighttime lights.
Only the wind will hear our words,
rumors of new times silenced by flashes.

The tree raptured by the silvery kiss,
unlearns his way of showing himself in this world.
and give the sky a rebellious blink,
a foliage that greens at every glance.

Eyelashes curl, looking inward.
The aerial blind notes of intertwined branches,
wander through the oblivion of all that exists
to hear the eternal truth of the heart.

This imbibing of silver threads
looking for the key to an unlocked door,
to get into oneself to look for the colors
from outside, has drowned some rainbows with ashes.

Mixing you with the afternoon getaway,
you speak of rebellious eyes and feet that renounce exile as a path.
Many of us find ourselves in the twilight,
under the shadows, our own shadow shining.