S.A.N.D.

   What has your eyes?
   the color of the sand
   landscapes container
   sun reflectors
 
                                galaxy
    falling from the sky
    uncontainable to my hands

 
   Shiny pieces of hope
   hypnosis instruments
   calm
             and
                   high
                            tide

The reason
                for these light days.


The answer to my debts


 


 

Poema de hospital

 No hay Dioses
sólo tú


El cielo ya no importa
Enormes cerros
                 no son
                                nada

Quiero regresar a los 10
a lo simple
/Prender la veladora,
rezarle a la virgen,
un padre nuestro
al niño Fidencio,
meterme al charco de lodo,
darle vueltas al pirul
hincada o dando vueltas,
un poco de saliva sagrada y:
sana, sana colita de rana.../
         
Mi esperanza:
su sonrisa

Mi fe:
abuela que ilumina cual Candela
la más Santa de todas las Marías.

Looking for

Dear 2019 I hope you won't kill me in the first month. I was wishing you because I supposed, you will be my year. I was planning move from the city, counting the days, buying the tickets,  looking for apartments, looking for a job, studying lots. I have been feeling  secure more than ever, taking  hugest decisions. And now the 2nd day of the year, I feel like a baby who has been dreaming with the adulthood.