Beyond
the horizon of these waters,
the hours navigate
towards freedom.
We live at the margin of the moment
where I begin to be you
where you are already me:
Good Friends.
We sail the seas of Time
assaulting ships of days
holding ourselves together with
laughter and outpouring
of shared tears
The Treaties of Life.
Because that’s what it’s about:
assaulting learned horizons
breaking limits
escaping our necessities
that assault us like killer algae.
We construct then,
with the Anchor of Desire
to go Beyond
Further Within,
the confines of our Friendship,
free from dragons and thorns,
washed over with red petals
of new blood
that throb
with belonging to the heart
of a New World.
Originally published in Spanish by Rosario Curiel at 12:58, 12th of May 2017 here:
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