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.
