What is this split skin, trying to write?
This weight on my shoulders,
these opaque eyes,
this craving to run away.
Could it be the time that came for me?
Or maybe it's the flight of the butterfly
that brings back pieces of memories.
Maybe it's something like the maze behind the mirror,
calling me,
looking at me,
trying to catch me...
I'll wait for you here.
Qué es esta piel partida que intenta escribir?
Este peso en los hombros,
estos ojos opacos,
éstas ganas de huir.
Será el tiempo que me vino a buscar?
O quizás sea el vuelo de la mariposa que me trae pedazos de recuerdos.
Tal vez sea algo parecido al laberinto detrás del espejo,
que me llama,
que me mira
que me intenta atrapar...
Aquí te espero.
