La ola nunca descansa,
se arrastra, crece, baja, estrella, muere.
La resaca devuelve el agua que cogió,
la espuma se queda por un instante.
Ya se fue.
La gaviota no piensa en la libertad
pues no tiene jaulas.
El mar no piensa en el infinito,
pues no tiene fronteras
La tierra no piensa en su futuro,
sabe que es resistente y paciente:
solo obedece a su gran madre caliente.
El viento nunca deja de soplar
no tiene razón por su inquietud
pero no coexiste con la calma
Acompaña una puesta del sol,
una tormenta sin testigos en el océano,
corrientes en la alta, lejana atmósfera.
Los testigos, los ojos, las palabras
todo pasa como una hoja de otoño.
Solo quedan huellas, y hechos.
Ya se fueron.
.the.Hive.
Viatge a través dels ulls de una abella qualsevol - Viaje a través de los ojos de una abeja cualquiera - Viaggio attraverso gli occhi di un'ape qualsiasi - Journey through the eyes of an ordinary bee
dijous, 27 de novembre del 2014
dimarts, 4 de novembre del 2014
Charm
I was here for a moment.
Maybe you will, maybe you are there.
In the evanescence of a minute.
The charm of a deep look.
I get trapped before coming back.
For a while I lost myself into you.
For a while you were me, we were...
every drop of the rain
every tear never poured
every hug of the infinity
every note of the silence
every wave in the cliff
every grain in the desert
every laughter of a child.
I was here for a moment.
Then I was gone, forever.
Are you still there? I miss us.
Farewell.
.the.Hive.
Maybe you will, maybe you are there.
In the evanescence of a minute.
The charm of a deep look.
I get trapped before coming back.
For a while I lost myself into you.
For a while you were me, we were...
every drop of the rain
every tear never poured
every hug of the infinity
every note of the silence
every wave in the cliff
every grain in the desert
every laughter of a child.
I was here for a moment.
Then I was gone, forever.
Are you still there? I miss us.
Farewell.
.the.Hive.
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