She smiles behind the make up
She lowers her eyes and in her expression
She seems to know something more
One story of wolves and another of tigers.
For being capable to awake others
She will also be able to digress
Steel blade without a grip or direction
That you take with your heart letting it pass through.
During the afternoon without changes
Where it rains while the sun shines
Weather isn’t perceived
Desires are launched by themselves.
Air passes between her legs
Recognizing her without kissing and follows on
Charging now with her perfume
And filling the dimness of the room.
And although she ignores that she knows
Everybody knows what she ignores:
The step that breaks the dried logs
The light sleep of those who remain alert.
She isn’t peacefulness for anybody
But she goes on without stress
Lacking of any solutions
And it isn’t in her being to create conflicts.
She doesn’t prepare her games
– She doesn’t have with what
As she doesn’t wait too long
And accepting everything doesn’t end imposing.
White sand and clear water
Going on without enjoying any miracle
And it stops but not attending any tragedy
Because it just what exists and nothing more.
And the silence where simplicity gains
Because, though there is no balance where there are no forces
Even then conserving a difficult direction
Of the possible things, of the truth between the hands.