Proposals

Stronger will I be

than the stones of his isle

and louder will I sing 

than the strings of his guitar

and my way will I go for

not on tiptoes but dancing

all through my own paths

no matter how far

until I have reached myself

at the end of the road

that nobody has chosen

that nobody has written 

but me. 

Passion will I live with

just to whom gives back

consuming the present 

like fire in flames 

in thirsty sips on the toungue

on beaten lips will I let 

new stories flow 

like a furious river

on same old ground 

letting new trees grow.

Nothing will stop my run

but my own perception 

nothing will make me weak 

with self-illusions.

Faster will I balance my steps

blind on the verge 

of existence today

and if I fall ... a free fall

will it be. I was moving.

MaNu. 2011.

Image: Karina Castillo.