See you soon

To Hiroshi Kishida and japanese friends

I'll see as the dawn revealed,
between steps behind
and the fog of our games
like when we were just kids.

You'll be the naughty word in my hands,
the illusion of a wet footprint goodbye
between longing and despair,
because you're water and I'm wind.

I'll see you soon dear friend.
Among the ashes from a disaster
and sleep apple trees,
coppery absent of fear and grief.

There's no end to the destination without an owner,
drowned when the storm,
and pride revived the desire to live.

Clavel Rojo
Alejandra P. Rodríguez Espinosa. Todos los derechos reservados.

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.