Stars
A handful of stars
I got it from the universe.
I deposited it gently.
In my verses.
And I made poetry for you
My spiral galaxy
Happy cosmic catavent
Astral star musa.
Inspiration of creation
You're a cluster of suns.
constellation seed
And the cosmos just for us.
This is a passage from The Drowning, a story that is part of Trances and Lives. Available in pre-sale at the Authors Club.
In the midst of chaos, there was a hope that was born. It had shape and color. It was flora and rosemary. It was there lost in the rubble. All gray from heaven to earth. The only one who saw her was the girl who took her in when they were still seeds. Today, in the ruins of life that are about to disappear, they keep solidarity waiting for the last moments to be of sun and salvation.
LIFE TWO IN ENTERTAINMENT
They were a couple.
Every day same place
There was a sweet look
There was something special.
Within the collective
Punctual late afternoons
Your routine in sentences
Confidential conversations.
I had just noticed
There was a love in the air
She's enchanting
He smiled torn.
Here from the other corner
I used to see the scene
I remembered the poem.
Live two in the meantime.
She offered me a bullet.
He smiled, thanking me.
She's gone into the dark.
While he hugged her.
I confess my envy
Or unbelief
For even the shape of the face
You're both right.
What would be the reason
To take care of it?
If a concise love
That would be enough then.
Maybe by rarity
♪ For love today ♪
With stuck minutes
Of mere fidelity.
But life takes its course
Paths traced
Mine, theirs, present, past
With uncertainty in the plumb.
They're left with the future
Congratulations.
Incognitos of this train
To them the love of the world.
