tune*

take your pierced hope
and make a flag with it
fall like the stars fall
coming trough the children wish

but look out my love
make sure your soul
is large enough
to taste that dream
served in a silver plate
with a bitter sweet bouquet

i like that one
the bitter flavor of knowledge
the speed of light
the absence
filled with candles
that evoke your presence
the contours of your face
the shadows in your hair
like the music in your eyes
when we dance
like metaphors
in a poem

*poema a cuatro manos
y dos bocas
las de servidora
y las de juan
(thanks, for all)