Planeador

What can I tell you
About the legend of the air
Of the untamable and unforgettable Halley Star?

It was my great invention
But it hasn't come back to look for me
Predicting my desertion before I did

Now my porch without light
If drops fall warning of storms
I start thinking about going back

I want to go back to the blue!
The one I felt while flying ink and paper airplanes
And an airport made of blank paper

Where are you, glider?
I want the scent of now and the aroma of a skin flower
I thought I was still flying
And it was inertia

Someone save me
Sometimes I wake up and it's me
And someone stop them
It's starting to tire so much ambition

Glider, elevate great ideas
From people who are not allowed to take off
And personally
Find ships in jungles
And that chest that boy hid from me

Come find me
A poem would be enough for me
Or those stories that make the coward walk
I was a precocious adult
Seven-month baby of a blue and dense cloud that expelled me
And learned by falling

Uuu, those stuck to the ground detest us
Just for trying
To take a step at sky level

Where are you, glider?
I threw bottles from such deserted beaches
That my skin is coral
And even the sea, seeing my salt, shies away

Someone save me
Sometimes I wake up and it's me
And someone stop them
It's starting to tire so much ambition

We will be the nuclear verb
We will glide over the dark city
Damn you, Halley, I'm calling you!

I hid so well that in the end I didn't realize
And my childhood has ended a few decades later
And by reason of faith, they condemned my bonfires
To die wet alive
And they still shouted for more wood

Tell me if you're still here
And I
Will be that glider again

Tell me if you're still here
And I
Will consider being
Pacific and Atlantic
Or that Icarus heading straight for the sun

They called him Halley Star
And I am you
And you are me