the gift...

I've made this bracelett for you,
it has the color of my dreams,
it has the shape of my friends;
all the colors put together.
in a single thing.

I've done this just to remember,
that i have a pair of hands which allow me to do that.
a brain still able to conduct my fingers to right movements,
and a will that this friendship last until I die.

I'm giving you this as a simple gift,
what you want to do with it, it's up you!
if you decide to wear it every day,
it will bring up to your head all my smiling face day by day,
every time you point out something with your right arm,
every time you feel your arm so tired to write,
you will see my face in every thread that compose this bracelet.

If you decide to save for a later time,
in an old box somehwere in your home,
I'll be proud, cause it will be preserve as a treasure,
and maybe one day, when you feel blue and with need to
search for old things that take you back to your roots,
you will find it still colourfull and in your tear will be drawn
a huge smile, that smile will be me somewhere else thinking in you.

but if the time makes you lose it, or you throw it by mistake, or even
if you dedice to throw it from your life away...
it doesn't matter, cause I believe that some walking on the street,will find it
and will smile, because a friendship like our would never die...

Vara flexible que escondes cuando te encuentras segura y reposando de aquel ajetreo que para unos cae en la cotidianeidad de una caminata, para tí es todo un reto.

Sombras ves acaso, a contra luz. Con tus sandalias azules, perfectamente combinadas con las líneas de tu blusa, sientes cada grieta que en el suelo caprichosamente se ha formado y de aquellos transeuntes que con rapidez desmedida caminan, no les ves ni la sombra, ni la luz, ni nada.

¡ah!... ¡pero bien distingues las voces de toda la gente! no te falta deslumbrarte ante un adonis con cerebro hueco, ni admirar los brazos bien torneados de un deportista, a ti basta con tan solo, mirar su alma.

¡Cuanto me extraña que no disfrutes del baile! sí yo cuando bailo, procuro cerrar los ojos para liberarme de todas las luces y solo mirar las almas.

atropellas las palabras con tu lengua torpe,
enredando tus ideales con la perpicacia bien sabida de tu area de broca..

mas, ¿qué importa?

si todo lo que escupen tus dientes blancos,
es poesía que lleva al viajero a lugares reconditos,
a parajes iluminados con seres inimaginados.

y eso, querido amigo, tiene mas merito que cualquier discurso bien recitado.