The Intangible

And the intangible .... finally reached my fingers

I could touch caress push disentwine

and there it stood looking at me from its intangibleness

from its blueness

from its infinite curve

as if I could understand it but no

I only wanted to touch the intangible

(Nothing more than touch)

I did not want to understand anything

only to t-o-u-c-h

push its skin and feel the softness that hides its scar

unravel the silence of its scream

caress the intangible

only that and later perhaps ...

be born.

© Adrián Arias Translation by Nina Serrano, December 2012


-peace and poetry-