Metamorphosis
One day, I will open my arms to the world, and I'm going to fly as a whale
Don’t you dare to fall apart in the clock
while I dont tell you what I mean to do.
I have plans to consume my skin.
tomorrow
morning,
when you can hear the dull cuts painted in the wall of the resting lights,
i’ll be half gone,
half
half
abruptly in the wind,
you won’t be able to shake your hands
without feeling the laments of a seagull
dancing alone, announcing the middle of the night,
the middle of the life but no one knows about that.
promise me that you can keep a secret,
that you can keep a letter and not send it home.
please hold me,
my bones and my boneless body
and let all the uncertain of the morning sail
in a boat that is made for one in rotten wood.
Bury me,
my whispers in the land of the oblivion
so I could find them when I get back of the translucid back of all the times I was
and the times I wasn’t.
Don’t wait up for me, darling.
I’m going to explore the sea, and in just one second
I’ll be a storm in an international port, so far away from here,
that my vocabulary and dictionaries are going to change of meaning.
you will see me being vitality of the movement
and without knowing if there is any voice when I ask
about that idea of the sad being
that I used to be in the palace of my own old discontinued coat.
