Colgando de una cometa

Clinging to a kite



I go clinging to a kite
trying to make sure
my feet
don't lose a shoe

I cross life quickly
not to fall prisoner of the winds
that moments inspire me

I am filled with gestures,
words and events,
that orbit around me,
parallel universe
that I see only in my dreams

how difficult it is to know how to be a hand,
a kite
and the rope that holds it