Horizonte difuso

Solo ahora, cuando encuentro toda la tensión acumulada en mi pecho, recurro a mis letras de siempre, a mis palabras a veces repetidas... a veces infantiles

Leer y leer, leer con mis ojos miopes...
Leer no solo hojas sino ojos, mentes y cuerpos
leer con mis ojos miopes que no serían los mismos si no fueran encontrando cosas como vos.

Y otra cosa...
Mi música... la extraño...

I carry your heart with me

e. e. cummings


I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,
my dear; and whatever is
doneby only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)