Bridges, bridges and bridges
living at half consciousness,
tending one and another bridge,
bridge to inhabit this world,
and to leave it, another bridge,
bridges that we put together,
until we break bridges,
when anger approaches us.
Bridges forged to words,
kisses that strengthen bridges,
bridges of outstretched hands,
lost steps that draw bridges,
small bridges, big bridges,
bridges that fill silences,
wars born by bridges,
bridges that cross the shadows,
suns burning on bridges,
and this June bridge,
that timidly brought me to you.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario