Inminente Conjunción

And it will be as you see
You will grow back
You will live when it rains
You will cry without fear.

A leather pen
A paper of cement
Painting life somewhat purple
In my street of disappointment.

A book that no longer breathes
A ball that has already forgotten its shape
A radio that amplifies its obsolescence
And here I am expiring despite living.

I want to fly without taking off
To get there, to her eyes and her neck
Polish the brilliance of her armor
Achieve the feeling of not being able anymore.

And it will be as you see
You will grow back
You will live when it rains
You will cry without fear.

The cause will be the black gold
That shines for nothing and its exchange is valid
She is like that, I don't want to see her
She wants to shine and I don't let her.

I realize that by searching
I arrive late to the imminent conjunction
Alone she will come with the third element
While I keep waiting with a friend,
A cane.