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.