Sometimes the Earth
stretches up with a muddy grasp to take my
ankle.
Sometimes slices of water
splash my shoulders in happiness.
Sometimes ribbons of wind
play with my hair and twirl it out of
shape.
Sometimes crackling snowflakes
land gently on my tongue to melt.
Sometimes silent lightning
reaches down from the sky to touch my
palm.
A
veces una moneda
se
encendía un pezado de sol entre mis manos.
No comments:
Post a Comment