A Wind called Aurora

   

 Colorful breezes

playing in front of the full moon

moving between stars

their emeralds in the sky

like clouds chasing

the calm of an imperceptible air,

better seen in the astonishment of silence;

stealthy like the smell of this nordic sea

improvising their dances

to the rhythm of the mountains,

caressing fjords with careful subtlety

they say goodbye in the same way they arrived, 

without announcement 

for their performance, modest

in their evanescent marvel. 

Un viento llamado Aurora

 

Brisas de colores 

jugando frente a la luna llena

moviendo entre estrellas 

sus esmeraldas en el cielo

como nubes persiguiendo 

la calma de un aire imperceptible, 

mejor visto en el asombro del silencio;

Sigilosas como el olor de este mar nórdico

improvisando sus bailes al son

de los montes, 

acariciando fiordos con cuidada sutileza

se despiden 

así como llegaron, 

sin anunciar su espectáculo, 

modestas en su grandeza. 

2022

Magic

in the undefined color of her eyes

on the double heartbeat

yet to be named

joined strolls where only love can find its place

and the lights of tenderness

guiding the way. 

Limitless Legends

Flying between seagulls

of a sea that belongs to me, shared 

in our absolute freedom, of belonging to no-one 

and spinning with everyone

around the hills

filled with stories

murmured like fables

of fairies that don't exist

but will continue to fly. 

Encantadora

Volando entre obstáculos

y dejando con tu magia su fin,

ese corazón que habla sin subir la voz

y una voz que brilla sin comparar su amor-

Duendecilla que de todo aprende

y con cariño empapa,

deja de pisar la tierra

y continúa en un vuelo infinito 

por la inocencia que tanto guardas 

y la inteligencia que todo lo puede,

misteriosa como un libro abierto

compleja en tu maravillosa simpleza-

Volando, duendecilla, 

llena el mundo de tus rinconces

y haz de ti un mundo entero. 

Enchantress

Flying between obstacles
and leaving with your magic, their end,
this heart that talks without raising its voice
and a voice that shines without comparing its love-

Little fairy that learns from all
and with tenderness envelops herself,
stop stepping on the earth
and continue on an infinite flight
through the innocence that you safely guard
and the intelligence with which you prevail,
mysterious like an open book
complex in your marvelous simplicity-

Flying, little fairy,
fill the world with your corners,
and make of yourself a world in whole. 

Magic

It begins at night
in the dreams of a child-
of any known age- and when you open your eyes
morning dust like fireflies,
smells of fairies and ears open to the possibility of all
within yourself, in the body you call home,
carrying in your mind
made-up worlds
of real-life creatures unknown to man-kind.
Your brain is your sorcery,
let's fly to it.