Visiones

So long ago
that the cold nights
stay inside me
how not the days,
and the singing voice
of wind and guitar
disappears in front,
shakes off moorings.

Captain of the ship
lightning of the west,
keep sailing
whatever comes ahead.

I undress daily
with each tune
of the alphabet,
of the straw days,
point-blank rain,
rumbles of fire,
moon in my cup,
sky's lamp.

I have seen a friend
stop talking to me,
I have seen a brother
learn to fly,
and then fall and kiss
hands because they were wings.

I have seen the tear in
the eyes of a blind man,
I have seen the moon
weaving in the sky
fates of ships that
always set sail and never
departed.

And although I haven't seen much,
sometimes I look more.

I don't understand the air
I don't think the river,
there's no room on my ship
for other vessels.
I crossed borders
I left the roads,
I knew that outside
you never return.