Unpaid Debt
I owe a lot to what was given to me
however, I loved the mistake
all that rise to the fragile light
of the invisible reality
the narratives that address
one who learned, in his loneliness, to say I love you
the unrepentant drunkards of dreams
who construct a new world Atlas
escaping
into the dream chasers who lean into their end alone
and turning on the light they say
I love you
I loved the wrong people
born to another Earth
who talk to the miracle silently
and to the loss of the inexistent
as if they know something
the wind doesn’t know
the lovers who never meet on time
each calling the other’s name
in time without being heard
those who vaguely incise
small eternities in their soul
Libros Libertad 