Alberta Vileu

 

Stellar designs 

From that day of high sun 

it seemed to me that I saw God 

divide the world, 

draw it into two halves, 

two banks of a single river, 

of established order a ray ~

streaking the sky 

and then chaos and disorder 

But your smile came 

(which was inside that I saw you) 

by legitimate divine will 

to tell me that it was time to cut 

and take the leap to shout out loud 

that I am the queen of love 

From that day, 

the record remained in my diary 

in the mental notes in the asterisk of the date 

in everything else that they call ellipses, 

in the power of the mission, 

Like Persephone, prophesy.

What was kept was not the difficulty, 

nor the promises, nor the precariousness, 

nor false expectations, but the truth, 

and with it commitment awakens, 

wakes up and somersaults 

Replacing human ultimatums 

and contempts with armistices and pauses.

Planetary black box 

and as a bonus, Saturn, in the interstice 

in force the lesson, compass and ruler, 

the karma served in front, 

from the seasoning of love, 

to health and vigor and 

to conflicts, disappearance.

The sun does not rise high, 

but it grows the full moon 

precedes the gap of events 

equinox connecting to another ray, 

the halves of the orange 

the world hanging upside 

down in my hand, the astrolabe, 

And I keep you persistent, 

and insubordinate to any setback, 

in resilience, in protuberance, 

the cult of unconditional love, 

of the original and primary project 

the storm brings new beginnings 

and by foundation, the truth 

A yellow color on the wall 

an old clock on the shelf 

a breath of green and in an instant, 

turbulent and disturbing winds 

break the closet, the concomitance, 

before paradise, 

peace cried out in prayer 

before a new day dawns, 

we will go to the depths of winter and then, 

only then does serendipity occur.

The old and bloodless portrait, 

of faded love on paper, synchronicity, 

looking back, two halves, two opposites, age.

A river running to the sea, 

one truth and no more sorrow!

Dry belly in flames, 

Vertigo of a dream of souls and, 

not far from the proposed 

we will make August avenge.

The peculiarities add up 

and I stopped doing puzzles, 

with the pieces they offered me 

that undermined my plans, 

I now only obey the oceans, 

I pour my anxiety into them, 

I stopped responding to the demands, 

the spiraling grievances, 

the desires of others, 

to superficial things and to mistakes.

From the sea storms I wait 

with my own joy and caution 

but my faith is so great that I know, 

Those who, in fact, 

reflect the truth of who I am 

will come to rescue me.

Stardust.