ESTO ES POESIA. (this is poetry)

martes, 11 de mayo de 2010

she's the one (two)

i begin the descent, language carries me on.

the door whispers.

i pack the last of my belongings, all the time wandering if i am dressed appropiately, or if i should've layered up more, san francisco style.

the ground shivers, roots begin to sprout from deep within the cracks.

i feel blessed.

and decide to not look back, despite this overwhelming urge
to smell her hair again.

even if just for a couple of seconds
even if she doesn't stop me before i leave the country.

es mucho más fácil caminar hacia la luz, que desde ella

camino al algun lado