Ser

To be
Reborn in my cradle
Under a dawn of lime
With the moon bleeding
Now that the wintry is gone.

To be
Emerging from silence
And seeing the sun shine
My icy heart
Omen of a better age.

To be
The fruit and the seed
In a barren solar
And in exile sprout alive
And bloom standing.

To be
Struggling to know myself
Looking wide open
And being just a carnal being.

To love until death
And beyond
I want a free soul
From my body now
To love until death
And even more.

To be
Fleeing from dirty plagiarism
Conquering my volcano,
Fighting to tame my time
And ride with it.

To be
The solitary gesture
Foreseeing what will come
To be a prophet
Enveloping, in the magical ritual of love.

To be
Dying to be reborn
To be better than yesterday
Just to be living a being,

To be