Her experiences

Considering different schools
Hidden under sidewalks of other cities
Bleeding the wound to clean the pus
Determining the stump that will seal scarcity

It measures disasters and absolutions
While caressing the indocile contour
Of a beast, that for being created, very cherished
That in her thoughts accompanies out of time

Half madness, sentiment and emotion
Half rational, the summit that knows it will not be
And that shows her as a simple lesson
That everything is necessary beyond reality.

Part of her story or perhaps briefly
Has passed within human arms
Although it could be that this haven’t occurred
Thanks to the tender confusion that history allows

To those who pretend to insert them through the eyes
On what is going on in their everyday life
When the skin that aspires to be loved
For pretending higher intentions is delayed

Removing all the brightness and the radiance
To the gestures that should exhibit the reason
Born searcher of the explanations of extremes
Where could not be found the origin or the end.

Occurs the date of birth
That of the first kiss
The one of the first funeral
Without anything that can replace them.

The impulse of the own nature
Shaking the urgency of priorities
The vision that is known
The consciousness that grazes itself

Through the exhaustion in conceiving equilibrium
That avoids the violation of the force
And still then goes forward vigorously
Like the dagger of the Persian not belonging
To the forger or the bearer

And even though it radiates to have its owner
That perhaps never put a finger on it
But who have put his thought on it
Making all the others to just bearers
Of the message that should be deciphered in time.

And so the air touches
Foretelling the heat
That grants it the right to play
With the smokes of its experiences.

Smarc
15.08.02
14:52