Metamorphosis

Now I am a rabbit

I jump the fence landing nearby

and I fall into a deep dream like Alice in that country…

Now I am a snail

in the restless ear of  a girl

who thinks she hears the waves waves waves and in the distance someone says goodbye…

Now I am a butterfly

emerging from the depth of a tree

they have cut off my head, replaced my branches with flapping wings…

Now I am an empty glass

the water waiting for the fire that doesn’t even light

the wet earth that stays dry, the air that quickly dishevels your hair…

Every moment presses me

transforms me blurs me and reconstructs me

every moment is enough to die a thousand times to be reborn without noticing  …

Now I am Adrian

5 feet 11 inches black graying hair brown eyes

but only for a moment because there is some one or something more waiting in the metamorphosis line…

© Adrian

Trans: Nina Serrano, 2014

What separates me from death

What separates me from death

are socks and love songs

the sip of wine, olives

and the ladder of feathers

we invent in every conversation.

What separates me from death is

the aroma of some childhood memories

garlic before the rice, red onion over the ceviche

I steal bread and soak it

into the sauce prepared by grandma.

What separates me from death is

as sweet as what separates me from life

and what nears me to death

is as hard as

what builds this life.

What separates me from death is

to wake up thinking it was all a dream

I dream thinking everything is real

I stare at that cloud and lose speech

when I see this woman walking.

But here I am

forgetting your skin

soft as the lonely sheets of exile

to continue enjoying the aroma

of the things I cook.

But here I am

looking into the eyes of that child -in the mirror-

who does not know how to formulate his next question

watching the sea of memories drowning

in the horizon of silence.

But here I am

with socks on

with wine ready

with love songs playing

reinventing life.

© Adrian, September 21, 2014

Two blue birds

Two blue birds

visit me in dreams

one standing on the edge of my shoulder

the other above on my head

visit me at the same time

they do not look each other

they do not know about the other

but are close

I open my eyes and they fly.

Two blue birds

visit me when I'm awake

one standing on the edge of the fence

other up on the tree

visit me at the same time

they do not look each other

they do not know about the other

but are close

I close my eyes

and they still there

I can smell the blue.

@ Adrian