Autor:    Alba Lucía Hernández Espinosa

WANDERING

I walk around the house,

from side to side.

I break the attempt to escape,

like a lost child, to other places.

My mother says to look for a permanent place,

stop wandering.

However,

I cross my interior again,

trying to get out of a spider web.

It is difficult for me to build the page of time.

Even I try to get rid of the anxiety,

I order ice cream

to calm the compass

that leads to heaven.

It´s me

who at every attempt

neutralizes the nerves to dream,

and I live, I live fully

the freedom to lead me down a new path,

loaded with flowers and fragrances.

I touch the grass before the discoveries,

finding the ghosts, that drunk,

they get into me,

leaving me speechless and trembling.

To think that the day passes,

it is already a reason for escape.

To the bottom, or beyond.

I search where I find nothing.

I try, I attempt.

I climb the pedestal, where I soak myself in honey.

I rock the experience of dreaming.