Free time and you chose her flowing

I found myself at the edge of my bed. I was sitting, with my eyes open, not looking. "I would like to spend my free time with her." At first instance, I commented to myself that it was a very egocentric phrase. "Just in your free time." But looking closer. 

Free time. 

Time when/where you are free. Freedom, what makes everything happen. Unpredictability, far-from-the-mean, an outlier? Randomness. Where you are able to choose the immediate trend. 

And you chose her.

When the beating of your hearts, vibrate together, resonate, when delocalize from the present. A moment that last... forever. Infinity. Coherence. Constructively interfering. Like two waves fusing in a lake generated by water falling from the leaves after-rain, like another tiny wave generating the majestic gait of the ocean waves. 

Flowing. 

Narcissi

La Habana, Cuba

You don't play, but you keep cheating.

Every smile, tidal spum,

turquoise gaze, possessive trait,

electric touch, without a meaning.

Lips melting by the rain,

sixth floor: where there's no help,

blooming hopes, refreshing gloom,

looming sunset,

idealization. 

Cold blood demanding sun,

flare of glaze fixed to the river,

deafening joy sieved by narcissi,

allergy to commit or truth.

Palm heat diffused inwards,

transforming lead into lees:

surge, wrinkled nose,

blaze and dissipation.

At the end of the day,

the lesson is the same:

the present always was.

Here, take the narcissi home,

set them on the table to accompany your role.

Name them, caress while the sun dispels,

tell them about your day and your loves,

bathe them in tales before sleeping.

The game restarts and narcissi remain. 

Desvanecerme al olvido

Ya estoy de nuevo, escribiéndote,

cambiándote el nombre, de ojos, de

luces para no verte, desearte, 

desvanecerme y así llenarme.

El sol apenas y sale, la nieve

susurra su condición efímera;

mientras los bosques cuidan de la luna,

yo aún condenado a tus hieles.

Aún inspirado en tu presencia,

tornada en hielo que apasiona,

frustra, hiere y muere de alivio. 

Mi rostro no cambia, tanto disuade 

como persuade; pero en la noche 

mi corazón se funde al olvido.