Eldina Milagros

 

Nebulous Illusion

Out of the blue, 

Spring snuck in, 

amidst the budding of flowers,

of the easters and the jars,

and the fountains of clear water!

Warmth and birdsong

Both silenced by the rain 

which, incessant and violent,

banged against the windows

and my hoarseness,

majestic and magenta,

to turn the ashes of the salamander,

warming the spaces again, 

and stubbornly, the bougainvillea 

would break and 

in this season of sprouting, 

God postponed the warm weather 

to a time ahead, 

the shaking of the carpets 

Rio's promises,

in the tearing of credit,

The dreams of the warm summer!

I kept the dresses warm,

and with them, sobs and crackles

What an illusion this is 

to hold time 

in the meekness of appeals, 

of nights of a gentle moon,

that sounded like a challenge

And inside, eternal duels 

And from grievances, like leads

April carnations on the chest,

withered roses and thorns,

Without warning and with delight

of all the pagan gods!

We shall learn to

Loosen the control and the prisons

to live only in the present,

forgetting past and future

In this current conjunction

of presuming seasons,

to live among the expired insurance