El Espejismo

We lived in a naive mirage.
Naive, we devoured submissively
illusions
created for our made-up
and just needs.

And among ads reminding us
that we were happy, a shot
of reality
talked about explosions, storms,
of war and hunger.

But it was a faint echo, very distant, somewhat blurry.
Reality ends where the mirage fades.
Happy with fear and in debt, we fell asleep
while others mapped out the future.

But sometimes
I dream of breaking the wall, the mirage.
The world hurts less when I look at you.
Sometimes I doubt my sanity, even more,
of being alive.
I sense that beyond the mirage,
beyond this one path,
there are new landscapes,
hidden futures,
so many things to name,
so many to do,
everything with you.

One day we woke up to screams.
Walls, differences
and markets crumbled.
We saw the solid facade
of the mirage crack.

And everything that was once a distant echo
settled in our neighborhood. And the snake
of reality
discovered the lie and kicked us
out of that false paradise.

We learned of the struggle and the tragedy of others,
of the untelevised shame.
We looked history in the eye, the end of the world
only begins when it comes home.

And now that
the wall has finally broken, the mirage,
the world hurts less when I look at you.
I no longer doubt: I’m not sane, even more, I’m alive.
Now I know that beyond the mirage,
beyond this one path,
there are new landscapes,
hidden futures,
so many things to name,
so many things to do,
everything with you.

After the storm, we must reinvent the world,
even if some today want to raise another mirage.
Reality ends where our dreams fade,
because we live.