moments (poem)

There are times for the pen to dance

To the beat of my mind, bearing in mind that bambuco melody,

Antioquian tradition, like a rip in a stocking

Of this life spent walking and fighting

There is a moment of i nfinite happiness, the kind that envy cannot bear,

He smiled happily, I enjoy the moment... knowing how to exist,

Witnessing the miracle.

If it's leaking, tiny, a sunrise, the taste of home,

The silence of the night, a kiss or the memory of yesterday.

There are moments that I love every part of you,

Moments that I hate you from the heart,

Moments to run are not vast,

Because the horizon devours the night and the day,

Indomitable of its power, that end or a rebirth,

The route is not straight, it is rather full of wrinkles, like my grandmother's skin,

Like the sound, like a game of chance,

There are moments to shout, to the echo, to the sun, to the moon,

As if no one was going to listen to you,

To express, to release, to resist,

Or scream the truth that is just a whisper, a silence,

Maybe we don't believe it or we don't want to accept it.

There are moments of light

There are times to be yourself

There are moments to guide destiny,

There are moments for a coffee in this my beloved town,

There are ridiculously rare moments,

And moments that were recorded in my mind.

There are moments?

If there are moments, unexpected, created, dreamed, lived, empty, deep,

Warm, tired, tiresome, calm, country, anguish, comforting, love and pain.

A moment is an instant, learn,

Because you don't know when it will arrive

your time