THE DRAGON AND MARIANELA

From side effects to collateral damage,

and the ungrateful memory of shielding himself more than once,

meaningless, in irrational common sense,

or eternal introductions to tiny stories,

where the sky is only heaven, the breeze only breeze,

and loves idealize empty horizons.

Of encounters and disagreements of sunsets,

in walks on the cornice of silence,

looking for a clear and sustained sigh,

to put poetry in disused drawers,

full of photos that were once life,

today covered in caked dust.

Once upon a time the moon beating in the river,

and its radiance illuminating the shore,

and while winter revealed its magic,

Marianela whispered in the ear of a dragon,

all the tribulations of his course,

that take your skin to the edge of a caress.