Poem by Luz María López
I have met so many people
In a blessed ritual of stories real or maybe alternate
Sometimes hurt, like when death
Or the love!
Eyes so many that I never got to watch with mine own
But I see if they were in front of me
Eyes that I’ve kissed in prophecies written already
And I have felt equally the solitude of this immensity
Next to the beautiful in certain hearts
I don’t know… I don’t know….
I feel a celaje on my eyes
As if reading a book in which the protagonist from afar
Without saying a word, just watch
Because at the end of the day
He beats that everything is transient
And knowing it hurts more.
(because I am listening to music)