| POESÍA | Paisaje / Landscape

brittle tendrils
in every possible millimeter
silence of desire that without touching
leaves gaps in the skin of the soul

I am here
look at me
I die and I am reborn
every time I look for you
and I am happiness if I find you

like the leaves that this afternoon
in a sway
they speak to me of a tomorrow
I feel your awakening between sheets tenderly bathed in light
because I almost know what every word of yours hides
if it rains
if the sky is gray
or if you just want to remember

these cuttings have memory
they are the way of the ants
the way of silence too
there are runes and barbarian villages in their sap
history that smells like petrichor
joy
peace

I went out for a walk
I felt my skin burning
and at the same time it lit me up inside
do not hide from the divine
-I said-
do not run away
and I loved every moment when you encourage me to live
outside this shed

my steps should not have your name
because the day you're gone
where will I go
and I cover my lips so that the word is drowned
because it is she who configures everything
past
present
future

stay here
in poetry
between these branches that do not want to catch you
they just want
that beauty surrounds you
the infinite
the subtle

_{Translated and formatted with Hive Translator by @noakmilo.}

Vote la-colmena for witness
By @ylich