TE RECOBRABA DE PRONTO
en un mar de dudas inquebrantables
y de obeliscos profundos de almas yertas en la idea.
I WOULD WIN YOU BACK SUDDENLY
in a sea of unyielding doubts
and deep obelisks of souls unswerving in the idea.
Air-shaped, misty skirt of yellow and purple, like cat eyes while gazing a wisp of grass after being stepped by a fly, there she was, the idea of an unexisting past, an unbending future, the present to arrive, flower of my insanity, my dearest literary life. Lines that knock on the door of twisted reality -unbreakable desire to be carved into the pictures of one's mind-; verses piercing others' rectangular boxes in which they are confined. And meanwhile, the flower of unpoured thoughts, suddenly blooming in a wine cup or simply in a velveted bud.