To Yecenia and her fourth Island.
I invent this country at the edge of the night and I jump from your hands with the skill of fish to submerge me.
Moisés Mayán Fernández.
Many go to the big land
fleeing from the insular.
Like a prisoner fish that waits for the dawn
to make its best leap.
Determined, they submerge to new waters
no matter if pale fishermen rescue them from danger.
Welcome to the performance,
new world, freedom, or wild captivity.
I don’t know if it would be worth the leap
or to admit the return even if it were against the current,
with arms almost our own,
magnetized by shipwrecked sailors who go forward
to trace their destiny in the sands of the world.
YOU ARE READING
When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
