New Zealand
She wanders searching for a destiny
and settles at the end of the world
She lives with the ocean
that dresses in green to caress her
At her back the Tasman Sea
forever battling its adversary
Certain of her roots
serenely anchored
among unfathomable recesses
of sparkling exuberance
War-like islanders defended her
Traditional Europeans conquered her
More green than stars
More rainbows than beasts
More horizon than identity
Fresh yet
she harvests rumours of youth
Still like the photo on the wall
The wind draws her silhouette
the birds sing the summer
and with innocent voices the whales come to safety
Squonk
(Inspired in one of the Imaginary Beings by Jorge Luis Borges)
Sheltering rain
On the dark side of his cloak
Eyes downcast
He gives in to the sadness of absences
And he is only seen wandering the trails
He finds me one day
I am no use to him
I don’t cheer him
If I beg for salvation
The moon is enough to make me cry
“The land of tears is so mysterious”*
So, we compromise
And cry
On the corners
In the cathedrals
At the sunsets
In the eclipses
And in the summers
Contorted
If I console him or he consoles me
Where do we end up?
What kind of rainbow is it that resides in each smile?
Disfigured
Strip him of his vestments
Caress him
Lower our defences for a moment
Wind through his Knots
Find the burning contact that fires the skin
Lost
If we don’t share the laughs from our dreams
We will share the salty taste of tears.
(* Antoine de Saint-Exupery. “The Little Prince”)
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