If I die tomorrow

I wandered across hours of roads between the hills of Oaxaca, to see again the water of the Pacífico

I felt the heat around me, inside of my breath, flowing in drops of sweat

I saw rose flowers of ivy over the walls, red and yellow birds; a guy talking with his parakeet

I read you two times, but couldnt stop of think on you, and still...

I saw the vail of stars, the same covering you just some hours after, in the other side of the world

And I dont understand why I lose the taste of life. I just see, hear, think, but I cant enjoy. I feel dry, angry with people but so sad alone. I cant touch nothing; nothing can touch me now. My breast its empty.

I miss that feeling inside my plexus: when that left me, I loose all my capacities of appreciation. Im a black mirror, nothing pass through me.

What kind of life Im living?
Why I must to continue with this empty taste of the things?

II

I loved a greek (cosmopolitan) women, with a name of goddess and red heritage; 
free like a deep breathe and strong like her decisions

I loved the interstellar explosions of her eyes, a deep black hole burning on the light of the stars being born (or dying?)

I miss her like a demon the flames, but I hate her by the distance between our lifes and her incapacity to understand the things 

I fucking miss her voice and words, her heat even her cold way to ignore me.

I hope find her the next life 


6-Jul-2017
Pto Escondido