Sphere Of Sense

Autor: Juan Carlos Medina 

Be aware of the air hitting your cheeks,

Of the delicate coat that cover your lips,

The limit that your epidermis creates;

And that separates us from the rest ...

You poke and hide,

Small strokes you spear into existence.

Your colors paint all sense,

Even though this is ephemeral.

The cause of the effect has disappeared,

Alone remains belief

That it will happen again.

lightnings will rumble,

Shadow will keep following us;

What comes after nonsense?

Uncertainty surrounds you for a moment,

A maze with no exit,

A web that covers the abyss,

Thus the truth is presented,

Thus meaning is constructed.

A long poem takes you to ecstasy

You will end up wanting it;

Looking for hidden meanings,

To immortalize it.

On how many spheres you have been caught?

Only to realize that their geometry is not perfect ...

It's just an old story;

The fuel of their endless spin,

That creates universes;

Ellipses that we follow hypnotized,

The illusion of a progressive movement

That is finally a regression to the beginning.

Barely perceptible to me,

But they confirm your stay;

For every secret that hide in your strokes,

A constant becoming at every step.

How difficult has it been for you?

To find a comfortable place,

Keep on spinning,

I will wait on the side,

At the edge of twilight;

Where darkness awaits us ...