Carta de Amor

Hey, what's up!
It's been a while since I wrote to you
and don’t think I’ve forgotten you
but it’s just that the pen burns in my hands
like the time I’ve spent without you.
But I finally decided to write you this letter
that takes me back a few months
to that day when you decided
to spread your wings of freedom.
To change this crazy house
of routine, of normalcy
for us to laugh, without fear, in awareness
to break this endless anxiety.
I’ve heard
your hair is full of curls
and that your beard makes you look smart
that at night new friends
look at the moon that’s coming to visit you.
And I already know
that they share dreams with you
the same ones I didn’t want to embrace
because of fears, going against the tide,
not knowing how to make them real.
To change this crazy house
of routine, of normalcy
for us to laugh, without fear, in awareness
to break this endless anxiety.
Well, you see
the ramble I’m throwing at you
but I had to tell you
before the time of the meeting
that finally brings us together.
And you’ll tell me about your sister,
who’s getting married in July,
and about your mom who made you a sweater
from that buddy who died of AIDS
who left you breathless the other day.
To change this crazy house
of routine, of normalcy
for us to laugh, without fear, in awareness
to break this endless anxiety.
Through the glass
we’ll talk about other rebels
who are also locked up like you
of the six who are still underground
of the three who just got in.
And then,
we’ll talk about a world without wars
of the league and the crap of GAL
of Escartín who signed with Kelme
and of what we still have to fight for.
To change this crazy house
of routine, of normalcy
for us to laugh, without fear, in awareness
to break this endless anxiety.
Well, dude, I’m off now
that’s enough rambling, I’m saying goodbye,
it’s getting late and I have to go,
give two kisses to those inside
and promise me you’ll write back.