Destino

Destino oculto, despiadado y sincero...
Destino crudo...
como el misil certeramente disparado para acribillar la inocencia...
frágiles hilos uniendo pieles absurdas...
Moviendo fichas de un
juego estratégicamente dispuesto,
joviales siluetas ausentes
escarando el último rincón seguro...
¿Destino tú?...no, destino él...
Riendo cuando solía llorar...
Derramando sal porque el ser se inunda...
¿Destino?
¿..O solo las ansias de un alma?
¿Destino?
¿O solo paisajes encontrados...?
Febril humano dispuesto a merced...
destino apagado cuando inicia otra vez...

He was, he is

It was dark
It was empty
And there he was with his simple smile
Just been a silly with his false happiness
He was brown
He was a jerk and disheartened man
But there he was
Over the only spot
Over the only Warmth
Just for that…
He was…
And then, he is…

Because he shaking himself, shaking at all…
I doubt of a real wonderfulness
I doubt
But he is…
there he was
The only one in sight
Taking all around
Take at all…