Blanca y Dalí

White and Dalí never saw each other again
They would have gotten along if they had met
Being born in an era closer to him

Sometimes in the book of life, a comma
Separates two people in the same sentence
Look, a whole era separated by periods
She was born six decades ago, they will never be together
Because this comma also divides the world

Ironic
Existences of a second
In this existential paragraph
She was born in the thirties, he was born in the nineties and they will never talk

But what if that comma didn't exist
Being born at the same time in the same land
They would have been friends, shared bread, the saw

The green grass, the wheat being both witnesses
That it's like dividing sister souls
Keeping them apart
For centuries without windows

And this same comma divides me
From shaking hands with Violeta or being born Run-DMC
Divides time to have consciousness
Divided Van Gogh and his art from his audience
The inquisition, the science

Made Salvador never meet Bolívar
Dreams remain without people living
As if someone read characters
Narrative from another world, another landscape
It's another life at another point

The nostalgia
Nostalgia in not remembering what doesn't return
We try to fill the room with so much furniture
The inner room, some look for the lantern
Confused with the eternal bullshit misinformation

Let the talisman be lost, let them bury it under stones
Let whoever deserves to find it there in the ivy
Let the thorn be buried and in the shelter and naphthalene
Let the gain not matter, the powers the tip and

White and Dalí never end
White and Dalí will be reborn, they will know beginnings and departures
I will ask the universe for ways out

So that every soul can see beyond if they wish
In a place where there is no comma and everyone can return
A different night under a timeless sky

A thousand feathers and one ink
Writers and a mural
With thoughts from a hundred eras to reincarnate
The monkey gives the human material to doubt

Materialistic that at birth will have to forget all this
I saw a system and so much light that disturbs them
Believing to be the center of this universe is not the way

Remember that there is no fear, no word without a creed
If you have your idea, defend it, guard it with fire
If you doubt if there is a soul after this work
Remember

We will see each other again in another way