En El Vendaval

A word of farewell
Someone speaking, a story forgotten
Through the window, the unfinished days escape
The branches of the tree I'm going to plant untangle

Another wasted morning
With so many screens, no one looks at each other
In their absent pupils, darkness walks
A sneeze, a yawn, a wound stops bleeding

Gathering momentum
Abandoning
Opening up to the world
And taking off

Having patience while traveling
Being the landscape, seeing with your feet
Smelling the rain hitting the pavement upon waking up
The synchrony of movements in the storm

Gathering momentum
Abandoning
Opening up to the world
And taking off