Abandon simplicity
of what you know
or you’ll be accused
by the villagers of complacency.
Un poquito de agua
y p’alante.
Filosofía de vida
para seguir todos los días.
A little water
and forward.
Philosophy of life
for any day or time.
The poet says
“Wanderer, there is no path.
You make the path as you go.”
What if you don’t want to go
but instead, you want to stall?
The wonder you saw is trash;
even those you aspired
to see
for a very long time.
The travel
the race
the money
the steaks.
The same with the salary,
the mansion,
the cars,
the bridges,
museums,
and most works of art.
Armored with passion,
fleeing from the monster;
unable to struggle, break and fly
from the expectations of others
and everything you have seen.
The reservoir
that can satisfy the thirst
is the well
inside your soul.
A language that doesn’t need words.
Love in the warmth of an embrace,
and the obedience of the touch,
and the comfort
of the mutually agreed upon meaning
is our stone.