AMIGA

Hoy amiga, hermana,

camarada del alma,

he llorado tus lágrimas.

Si pudiera con mis manos

desbrozar

los caminos de tus pensamientos,

nadar

en los remansos

de tus llantos apagados;

romper tus sollozos

a golpe de risas.

Si pudiera, te daría alas

para dejar atrás

este viento que te sacude;

pero solo puedo

decirte la verdad:

tienes el alma anclada

en un destino errado,

tus anhelos

caen como deshechos,

no sirven.

Equivocaste la estrella,

esa estela que sigues

no es la tuya, es de otra,

de otra tu que ya no existe.

Ahora

debes salir de la encrucijada,

se impone arrancar las raíces:

la savia que tomas en esta tierra

pudre tus ojos,

descompone tus ramas,

te seca,

priva de la alegría

del verde brillante

a tus manos claras.

Es tarde, tarde

para engañar al tiempo:

ha contado tus lágrimas.

Tarde

para seguir estrellas errantes,

tarde para no comprender

que eres tú la estrella luminosa,

tu eres quien debe

ordenar las horas por sus luces.

“Pasos de Arco Iris” (Amarillo y Violeta. Poema VIII)

 FRIEND

Today, friend, sister,

Comrade of the soul,

I have cried your tears.

If I could with my hands

set free

The ways of your thoughts,

swim

In the backwaters

Of your weeping muted;

Break up thine sobs

To the blow of laughter.

If I could, I would give you wings

for leave behind

This wind that shakes you;

But I can only

Tell you the truth:

You have the soul anchored

In a wrong destination,

Your desires

They fall like waste,

They do not serve.

thou have mistaken the star,

That wake you follow

It is not yours, it is of another,

Of another thou that no longer exists.

Now

You must leave the crossroads,

It is imposed pull out the roots:

The sap you take on this earth

it damages your eyes

Decomposes your branches,

It dries you,

it has deprived of the joy

of the green bright

To your clear hands.

It is late, late

To deceive time:

He has counted your tears.

Late

To follow wandering stars,

Late to not understand

That thou are the luminous star,

thou are the one who should

order the hours by their lights.

“Pasos de Arco Iris” (Amarillo y Violeta Poema VIII)