LECCIONES DE HIPOCRESÍA

So many drops of joy...

So many little details, so many beautiful smiles
so much space and bird songs
in the subtle shadow,
red shoes calling the dreams in the stone
a subversive flower in the empty road of the far away
those doors out of the boredom.

Any gesture of music in the kindness of a cup of coffee
any dream that we talk and live, just for dreaming
dreaming between all of us
dreaming with our hands
dreaming with the body
dreaming with the colors
and the true things we mean
and the actions we create
and we, navigate in sands of nonexistence
but we do, we can fall in love.

Babies of kisses, memories of caring
falling like leaves, going up like kites
swimming in the sea of your gaze
will come back to me, will go back into my blood
will come back to the land
like a gold branch sparkle of seed
filling
the immense nothingness.

So many details
so sweet movement
in the branch,calling the wind
composing those beautiful words
for the crystal drop
of the joy.

So many little and free truly loves
so much we are
in the gold branch of the fragile World.

D.