Escritos de Miel

La felicidad no es muy distinta a ver pelusas en la luz. El ritmo de su danza esa forma circular como de microgalaxias en las que flotamos tomados de las manos. ¿Cómo explicar que tiene la dicha este sabor tan simple? Astromelias sobre la mesa Moscas volando Un té humeante El aire puro de la mañana Dos niños perdidos mirándose a los ojos como dos ángeles caídos encontrando redención.

Light Breaks Where no Sun Shines (Dylan Thomas) Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones. A candle in the thighs Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; Where no seed stirs, The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars, Bright as a fig; Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs. Dawn breaks behind the eyes; From poles of skull and toe the windy blood Slides like a sea; Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky Spout to the rod Divining in a smile the oil of tears. Night in the sockets rounds, Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes; Day lights the bone; Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin The winter's robes; The film of spring is hanging from the lids. Light breaks on secret lots, On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; When logics dies, The secret of the soil gr