From
here,
I can see the train station;
and
from over there,
I learn wishes of departure.
But
the lesson that I want right now is to depart just once,
with
no regrets,
quietly,
once
and for all;
like
the shadow and the silence,
disobediently together,
in
the naked night on any corner of the earth.
...
pause …
For
now,
the departure brings me youth of
life,
latent
blood,
leaping perpendicular to my steps.
Connecting virtuosity to a mathematic world of
extra
experiences derived from day to day,
where
I keep learning how to integer another aspiration.
One
more day,
vector the moment,
and
it was good;
may the train depart,
may
the night tumble in cotangents of dreams,
because
here,
or,
over
there,
it doesn't matter,
I quietly wait
my good-bye to arise.
Eddie - Rio, March/2016