A Elsa Y Juan

There's a trace of truth
some pencil or maybe
a feeling
that drew sunsets
tiny houses and also
all my dreams

one afternoon and a place
just a moment to remember
the words, the city
that came to light
before I arrived

and everything has changed so much
that my courage
and my memories blend
before, the sun shone here
the passages were
all my stories

one night, one truth
encrypted in time
still to decipher
a rain with heat
a star and no sun
Just a space and desires

desires and reality
a strong blow to sensitivity
drunk on drawings, watercolors, and passion
my wings were built