The Birth of Cosmos a Tattoo
I know that time will come
to face the unseen
the childish incarnation of inexistence
our life a concept that fell into undefinition
it was it is and will be
what we seek no one knows …
the cosmos is but a wound
tattoo of Genesis in the infinite
words have no weight
they weigh heavy on us
white page on the table,
a tide that embraces the despised tenderness
a pile of brilliance and ash
the child that rows in reverie
in the boat with timeless dreams
it goes to the unreturnable
to the illusion of eternity that is
constantly stirring in the light
Libros Libertad 