Ansiedad de Buscar

Every now and then you go out
and, with boredom, you feel
after a sexual disturbance
so unsensual.

And it's your shortness of breath,
anxiety to search and not see anything
that longs to return
to past springs.

Distraction, fascination,
avidity for entertainment
that's how you escape
to your own mystery.

And you walk like a zombie down the avenue,
hurried, dazed,
after a treasure that,
took half your life.

You keep looking in an empire
for charity and there are only mean souls.
Where will there be light in the city
capable of illuminating your shadows?
What will be behind such cruelty?
Can they deactivate the bombs?

When you can, you believe it and rehearse
a smile in front of the mirror
even though in the street it's
an obsolete talisman.

And you dive into the abyss of yourself
and you see yourself diminished by a prism,
that's how you see yourself
when you don't love yourself.

You keep...