Breath

Hostile apprentice

Andrés with the ties

From my hands,

I collapse,

I’m still here,

On a stretcher,

For emerging from you entity
I’m still here,

Trascended,

With the light of you center

Fast ascending
My soul.

And you giving me

Your breath

For you, I would conspire,

My love

And, is this magical world,

Almos perfect,

Without the shadows of de feat,

No waiting

Like that time
In the distance of your being.

And, without your lost fallacy,

In the rays,

Of your adventure

Trascendental.

Without your going,

In the imagination

Of my life.

Without your going

In the nudity

Of my old age.