In other things
I shorten distances, that’s all
If it splashes me or not
If it runs from me or not
And ends for not finding me whoever is.
Nothing seems the same as years before
-The same people who lead to don’t change anything
Even though this could be the right price
For which what remains could be better
The truth is that the target is moving
And each improvement of the archer
Only serves to make the prey smile
Looking behind while it sidesteps what comes.
Otherwise I would ask you to think on me
That you consider me as no one else did
And thus forcing me in the way you can,
And introduce in your presence a part of my dwelling.
But the air is what moves me
And it’s to access the beauty you convey
That I search for the one who created
More than who bears the work.
Although it’s also true that we are old
That it wouldn’t be true what I say if I don’t live it
That, for example I still observe your legs
As years before when they were already opened as doors of desires.
But one of us is in other things
For not having changed so much
One of us started between two pillars
The own, and the one with the name inherited.
Different is the despair
Hopelessness is the same
Passion doesn’t extend, it goes deeper,
Searching the unique and renouncing to the multiple.
And the lips that don’t say
Because the whole day were expressing
From the first greeting of the day
Until the proposed drink far into the night
When treachery lashes the haste of ignorance without pity.