Creating (Poetry)
Photo taken from the web
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