La Sirena Varada

and I have always tangled myself in seaweed,
tangle against the fingers.
you close the skein
with the annoyance of destiny,
and the bite is given by others:
bloody gums,
criminal looks, in broad strokes,
it could be you.

throw the anchor to port
and on one end the ring
and on the other your heart
meanwhile, it bleeds for you.
and the beggar always by your side,
your travel companion.
when the stars go out,
sooner or later, you will also come.

sleep a little more,
the eyelids can't take it anymore.
then there are the disappointments
when the north wind seems unforgiving.
mermaid, return to the sea,
stranded by reality.
suffer hallucinations
when the sky doesn't seem to listen.

devote yourself to a dream,
close your eyes
and feel immense darkness,
surrendered to a light,
like a maze of uncertainty.
you dodge the nightmare
and fly over the fatigue
and in an instant, on land again.

the fear of crossing the border
of names, like a stranger
draws the spiral of defeat
and darkens so many compliments.
sun, in the fading memory ...

and sleep a little more,
the eyelids can't take it anymore.
then there are the disappointments
when the north wind seems unforgiving.
mermaid, return to the sea,
stranded by reality.
suffer hallucinations
when the sky doesn't seem to listen.