Only part of it
Slowly or rapidly
– She never cared about the time
Her temporary options had more weight
And she opened a way of rejection.
She was touched by the claims of others
And she defended herself with a complaint
She went for the normal
And she obtained her solitary space.
She sowed; she did it as a seed
The distance from who speaks
And of whom is named by her mouth.
Her difficult existence is admitted
That some approve and others not
But nobody classifies it as narrow
Because neither shadow nor light evidence to accompany it.
It’s pretended certain closeness
That is known as no more than curiosity
Such as the image of someone scrutinizing a secret
Not for knowing it but to tell it.
In following him the ankles become lighter
The fragile combination of flesh and bones
They are able to impose their voice on the soul
They fear the jump that could transform them into wings.
The hours of the clock
Or the shade of a tree
From the sparing to the limit
From the extremes of a complete explanation
On someone who lets dust to be
In an always immediate safety
For the public that was waiting in doubt
It ignores the direction which would have to embrace.
More years and years more
The grey cape covering the shoulders
Of someone who only sees water in the rain
And in water sees only hydrogen and oxygen
And in each molecule only part of what is gone.