The Time Space of Utopia
From the infinite to here
the oracle for what passes
and dies blooming
a world of illusion
uprooted consciousness
plugging into the impenetrable
baby in the loneliness of the cradle
white page on my ancestors’ will
always signal to the inexistent
undulation of utopia
wanderer
whichever path you follow
under the starry distances
wanderer
momentary transformation of time-space
you weren’t a poet
but a wasted life
and nothing ever existed
but reflections
Libros Libertad 