STOAWAY IN A DREAM
I found myself there, I sprouted
though no one ever saw me
I ψηαed
though I had nothing
to wait for.
Darkness had dried up
inside me
and I had nothing to use
to nurture my dream
that used darkness
to present the light
of life.
Only a neutral color
covered the stone of
my heart.
And behold, it came
after so long
with no imaginary joys
or excessive sorrow.
The dream came
and it held only one purse:
my purse.
I had forgotten of it
I had looked for it
but without the sovereign
master of my present
— panic —
yet with the serenity of a fairy tale.
I hadn’t paid any ticket
but the dream
graced me quite graciously
with a short voyage
in a liberated country.
Liberated from the forceful
oversights of reality.
Libros Libertad 