Almas de montañas
y la nieve goteando,
levemente entre tus ojos
la geometria única de tu cara, derritiéndose bajo las serenatas pascuales de un sol
De circunstancias cediendo,
entre nuestra carne y cada pino
olor al aire libre, silbando más allá de nuestras piernas,
pasados ilusorios naciendo de países y sus fronteras,
que no existen,
cuando hogar crea su definición
entre los hoyuelos de cada cima
y los delicados oídos
de los bosques.
lunes, 28 de marzo de 2016
Where the heart is
Souls filled with mountains
snow dripping between your eyes,
unique geometry of your face, melting at the sun's paschal song
Circumstances giving weight
between our flesh and each pine tree
the smells of open air, swishing past our legs,
illusionary pasts rising in a country's border
that does not exist
and home creates its definition
between the dimples of each peak
and the delicate ears of the woods.
snow dripping between your eyes,
unique geometry of your face, melting at the sun's paschal song
Circumstances giving weight
between our flesh and each pine tree
the smells of open air, swishing past our legs,
illusionary pasts rising in a country's border
that does not exist
and home creates its definition
between the dimples of each peak
and the delicate ears of the woods.
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