This morning

As the wind, 

your voice brought me 

the smell of the morning.

Your kisses seeped one by one

as playful tiny mirrors.

your hand took mine

to invited them to take

a cup of coffee.

Your heart took a sip of mine

snatching his silence

with nude eyes,

the sun hid its blush

making rhymes with the spoon.

Today you where the morning

glendagalan.blogspot.com • april 2010

The Sea

Like a great heart,

vast is the sea

it can be kept

In my small hands.

Huge blue

who gives it to my eyes

the sound of a sheel,

we walked together.

It refreshes my way

I drink its beauty

It brings me the salt that I need,

and it comes back.

The sea as an intermittent love

wets me every time that I play.

glendagalan.blogspot.com • may 30,10

Never After

I lost a shoe,

I don’t want anybody to find it,

anybody to take it,

anybody to try it on.

Polished with a long kiss

it left without saying goodbye

stomping,

caressing my feet.

My shoe was not exactly comfortable.

You don't always like comfortable things. Do you?

I just liked it because it covered my left foot,

because I felt like it.

Without assuming,

Without feeling,

Without believing anything

it went up stairs to my balcony,

and tickled me.

It wrapped the cold

and took me to dance.

Beyond midnight

it took a shortcut to the spring.

It took the silence

waiting for the sun

it watched me

from afar.

And so, it was how I lost it, or rather,

how it lost my foot, my ride.

How from that night

I didn't hear anything else about it.

glendagalan.blogspot.com• Santo Domingo, mayo 15, 2010