Your Word is the name of time in my conscience our walk is born the pink clouds of your lips the hidden piece of your tragicomedy. The seconds go through our labyrinth my monsters and your butterflies your wings stained blue scarlet power is your voice Desert years, land of crossroads you harmonize my crosswords and your dreams are thermostats that annoy my pupils Honey drenched roads goosebumps, red noses rose garden flavor steps almond eyes, mustard hair I don't want to let you pass Unless you follow me, I'm going to fly unless you huddle in the snow, we can go out and be frost Piece Of Life I’ve lost a stream of light The enchanted chorus of a song My piano key, G string a piece of truth Not the cup, not the thirst I have lost the heap of sugar that I kept in my heart My confessions, a comic face Every bristly actor's dream His commitment, and my question I have lost a world of roses The sky that my little "me" painted Who guides Lady Liberty Who moves so many signs in the sea I have lost the prince of my carousel Who flies and forgets, the child of the good My essence of thunder, my ray of sunshine Who remembers the story of the rain? I have missed a part of this story. I only have to write again. ----------------- About the poet, Jimena Yengle:
Jimena Yengle (she/her) is a multidisciplinary artist, known for her book Roma Enamorada and her lyrical work. She is the director of two virtual spaces: Roma Enamorada (aimed at young people) and Magic Maneuvers (aimed at children). Her writings and visual art works are published by various international magazines.She directed Life of August play for the Juvenis Festival in Kingston, and published her second book on May 1, 2022. \\
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