I had dreams and there were shadows.
She had wants and there were gaps.
They were black holes
taking everything to another dimension of me.

Parallel universe where there were suns and foreign stars
to all proportion of feeling.
I was each of them
bursting with emotion, intense and vibrant
but without access to see the cosmic show.

I had suns and there were blind people,
she poured wishes like rain from clouds
and there was umbrellas of indifference.
She didn't dare to walk
By the muddy mud of my own displeasure.

Had will and there just wasn't
there was not,
nobody was there to correspond
Even though I screamed
Until I am left without courage and without a voice.
That's why I know that sometimes I'm not so strong,
'Cause there are times when the tide rises
much more than normal
and flood my roots.
Because at times the forces filter me
and my eyes close,
I lay my head down and find it hard to get up.

Sometimes ideas overwhelm me
Those who have left a vein inside me.
There's no goodbye for them
they are stars embedded between my gaze
And the sky of an incomplete poem.

Sometimes time dilates for me
and the imagination grows,
sighs line up between my lips,
the heartbeat slows down and there is no repair,
rest and no control.
That's the fleeting moment to be real
and write everything that comes out of me.

Sometimes I think, not with certainty,
But yes with naive intuition,
that I can't continue,
But that's the weather, right?
Not every day is sunny
but always in the end
dawn.