Recollection
My inheritance will be
the starry paths of the night
the nostalgia of the crickets
following the route of life
defenseless man on the first day
over my shoulder, I’ll look at
the dawn I was born.
The sea always reaches,
flying and without sails,
it aims at the end of directions
and the utopia that only time understands
and the cosmos, a secret imagination
almost undefined
that march in a chaotic youth
almost foreign.
Libros Libertad 