La Enredadera

Everything divided among all
is so clear in your eyes
and it clings to the vine
that comes from you.

It's the beauty of the plants
that always match with everything
and each one, in their own way
should notice it.

And it carries the pages of a book
and the sound of the sea inside
and crosses through the open sky
and reaches a garden.

It spills out among a thousand hands
it tangles leg, chest, elbow
and somehow it submerges me
in the depths of the sea.

It tells me: here you'll be safe
here the rules don't apply
or nothing but the eternal ones
that make the earth spin.

There's nothing special about it
knowing how to swim at my age
and that's what I had to choose
to rise or let myself sink.

I breathe without fear of the water
and see things that scare me
but they're the ones I like the most
that's why I slide down a slide.

And I ask for explanations
and even though she doesn't have to give them
she sits, looks at me, and talks
about everything I want to hear.

And I demand to see those roots
and she replies: whenever you want
and all the other nonsense
that comes to my mind, she does for me.

And she feeds off the water
which is the reflection of life
and heals all her wounds
with a movement she makes while dancing.

I feel like the only witness
of the beauty, though it's not true
since everyone has their own temple
and I have mine in the depths of the sea.

There's nothing special about it
knowing how to swim at my age
and that's what I had to choose
to rise or let myself sink.