Creating (Poetry)


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I'm at home, it's a quiet morning, like to stay in front of the computer screen and write, imagine, feel.

The white cat, brown and gray accompanies me, is in the next chair, sleeping, I caress her, she shudders with careless and continues to rest.

One of the reasons why I like cats is because they accompany you, without demanding much attention, while working in front of the computer.

Apart from its beauty, its agile, stylized movements and its vibration present, spiritually in my life.

Yesterday, I had yoga classes, normally I always get nervous before it, I think I like my teacher, long time no see somebody cute, but already has a couple.

Also, during this time I have forgotten how feels to be with someone, to give, to want, to share. In fact, it makes me weird to be with a partner.

Well, there will come the man who will take me away that feeling, with whom I can freely share and give, of course, also receive.

Now I dream with visit to New York, seeing it at night, seeing it in the day, walking its streets, sitting on the steps of those old buildings facing the street, feeling the warm sun on my body, while sitting, I see so much diversity of people passing by and passing by.

I observe them curiously from head to toe, I notice in their eyes there is so much variety of colors, forms, expressions.

I like to be invisible in the presence of others, but this time it is impossible, people also look at me with curiosity.

I stop observing and being observed, I enjoy the sun on my face, it seems to caress me, it gives me a brushing of color, it shows me things, people in a different way, give me a path, which I will call the Yellow Road.

The Yellow Road, is a path where I draw a smile, a path of joy, full of magic and color.

Road to an avenue, a lot of movement, people walk in a hurry, there is so much variety of people, sizes, shapes.

Waves of people coming and going, lots of signs and lights, indicating somewhere or showing their publicity.

I continue walking, I decide how to see things and decide to see them with joy.

With a smile on my face, I keep walking, until I see a green big place, inside the city, my heart jumps inside of my chest… it is Central Park.

The air has another scent here, it is lighter, more relaxed, I breathe deeply, I feel the freedom like a breeze running through my whole being. My thoughts breathe freedom, my soul flies in that breeze.

I get in that green, surrounded by imposing and illuminated buildings.

Some people riding bikes pass by my side, there are many people working-out, pets accompanying their humans, trees and flowers.

Huge green spaces, where the young people tan taking advantage of the sun rays, lying on the grass without shame, without fear, without false modesty.

I walk watching everything, feeling my momentary omnipotence as a naughty cat, the dizzying sensation of knowing me in another far country, with people so diverse and a different language.

I walk on a bridge, I see below the lagoon, in its green waters an illuminated canoe by a beautiful golden light, surrounded by high skyscrapers.

It is at that moment that musical notes come to my ears, sounds dancing in the air, in the wind, in that park.

Carried and brought by the breeze, in my mind each paints a color.

I follow the notes, that colorful symphony, to that creation called music ... I dance, I look crazy, maybe I am, I reach a large green space where people are playing many violins, flutes, cello, double bass, piano, saxos , trumpets, drums ...


I sit on the grass like so many others, with joy played, and it sounds the beginning of a happy melody of Mozart.

Traduccion by Christian Bermeo

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