ahora que las arenas se entrelazan en el inconciente despierto de un alarido y retoman las puntas y las hojas y dejan de lado el frío de los dedos y las llamas; ahora que entre las calles desfilan, como siempre, un grupo de locos vestidos de noche, ataviados de estrellas y cometas que remiten a un festín en el jardín maldito; ahora que este juego de voces entona una golondrinesca melodía de antaño y viajan en el tiempo hacia bosques vírgenes poblados de seres extraños a nuestros ojos; ahora que empezás a creer en la magia, ahora te toca retorcer el universo entre tus dedos como si fuera un moco, un chicle, un hombre libre que tocó tu puerta por error.

and if i could announce the rain that's coming from the center of your smile
then life would be as easy as pie
and as tasty too

Buscar, quizás libélulas
quizás gotas
perdidas entre las hojas
entre garabatos y postes
es
de alguna manera
descubrir una vez más el fresco
el asfalto
y la simple razón
de caminar sin rumbo

I think
I heard a noise coming out
of that dark spot in your eyes
Maybe it was the night talking back at me
maybe it was just a matter of perspective.

En el siniestro devenir
de una cadena de pareceres
tibio a un paso
el final
y entonces el festín macabro
el sabor gutural
las moscas
últimos señores de la lluvia
y sólo el frío

La cercanía
despierta ante la tarde
se debate
entre lo extraordinario del día
y el silencio

Looking closer
no flower is a simple mundane thing
just a little world
built up in the domains
of a long burning candle
the ancient fire that births it all

I sit and stare at you
as if trying to read your thoughts
but why should I want
to unravel such a delicious mistery?
Only through the unpronounced
can we tell this night of broken leaves
and orange lamp lights

Behold the land ripped open before you, with the new ancient eyes of those who have lived a thousand lives and yet again are surprised, since any wonder is a wonder, now and forever changing and the same, like pieces of the universe itself.
Behold those hands stretched out in front of you, for they are yours and everyone else's and they have been to many places and held the water of every river and every cristalized lake.
Behold your spirit running wild across the fields, behold its light and its darkness and everything in between. Let it drip slowly, steadily as every particle becomes dust and joins the wind in that hidden simphony long searched for. Reach out, then, and feel the tips of your fingers tingles as you graze the edges of the world.