[Poema 0] Companion of the winds

Irascible winds
of the world
push me upward in your anger
into your arms
i want to be fully human
unafraid of the vast night
that surrounds our frail
skulls;
in me
a luminous skeleton
a mineral web of light
a sinew of dialectical mercury
a mirror of air
a storm of verbs
a root of veins
gathers,
gestates,
agonizes,
rises
a full sail
a net of winds
a companion of these winds.

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To know my identity
you have to touch
the ground under my feet.
To then know the difference
between
my identity
and
the ground
that holds them up,
you will begin
grasping
the thing
which is reflected
in the six syllables of my
name.

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Por qué nací
bajo este signo
en mí residen
las peores experiencias
heredadas a golpes
enterradas a lágrimas

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