Goldfish eyes 
To J.T.M. my trusty sidekick in distant lands ... I still remember the tone of his gaze .
There are eyes that play with the sun,
in the laughing cautious of the stigma of skin
as host to the world adventure in accordance
with the intoxicating essence of his being.
Yesterday, I saw him on that mountain that kisses the sky,
smile with me in the shadow of a mist,
playing games with his Goldfish eyes
still the orange of his eternal eagerness.
It is with the moon waft across the world
and yet, he holds me between the shells in czechoslovak blood,
where deep sea corals breathe the promise of a new land
with the dance from palms who caresses the sand of a everlasting love.
Clavel Rojo
Alejandra P. Rodríguez Espinosa. Todos los derechos reservados.
