Philosophical

Everything you see
is a false testimony of imaginary love.
The dreams in which your weary heart
plunges are the accidental solution
to this mystery.

Approach the culmination
of the local chiaroscuro, compare
the blessed silence to irreversible eternity.
I sway in the black wind
that your greedy hand has woven.
I dance among the footprints
that your touch has left
on my skin.

Familiarize daily tears
with cries for help,
distinguish green-eyed loneliness
from empty freedom.
Tomorrow I will cross this chasm,
pain will be relieved by happiness.

I don't want to waste my tears
on inappropriate worries.
Do not give up my dreams,
I wanted to dedicate my personal universe
to you.

My Personal Universe