Talking to my Shadow
What is this shadow outside the window
the glance of time, the exiled messenger
vanishes in the flash of a lightning bolt
and unexpectedly returns
a threat or a promise
filled with old melodies, torn off calendar pages
strange paths, unfamiliar destinations
over which echo of flowing cataracts
distancing footsteps of migratory gods
it stares through me beyond the moon
I won’t stay for too long, it says to me,
neither you
we are guards of a secret
that goes by daily
we have too much to learn even while on the road.
Libros Libertad 