from here

i find myself at the summit
of my complicatedly simple life
i see my illusions and wants
as diminutive busy ants
in the infinite and tiresome
search for my dreams

the sea looks pink from here
like that time i discovered
the violets that covered the waves
and i understood that between the sea and sky
there was but a fragile line of carnations
and that roses do not fly
they only swim in my desires

the wind makes me feel
only
but the wind does not listen
it can only speak
and to my back
while the clouds protect me
from the unending doubts in the sun

from here i can see my house
that sublime blue covering its walls
my body
my mind
that rolls down that street
when the sun rises among the mountains

from here i can see my life
from here i can see you leave
from here where the dahlias run
where violets cover the waves
where roses swim in my dreams
where the clouds cover my illusions
where the sun only shines in nightmares
where the birds laugh as they see me cry
where my breath holds no surprises
where my chest feels no retainers

from here where one instant
exists without the one that follows
and from where i will say i love you
and bid farewell among the violets