Planeador

What can I tell you
About the legend of the sky
Of the untamed and unforgettable Halley Star?

It was my great invention
But it hasn’t come back to find me
Guessing my desertion before I even knew it

Now my porch is dark
If drops fall warning of storms
I’m thinking again about going back

I want to return to the blue!
The one I felt while flying paper and ink planes
And the airport a blank diary

Where are you, glider?
I want the scent of now and the aroma of skin deep
I thought I was still flying
But it was just inertia

Someone save me
Sometimes I wake up and it’s me
And someone stop them
This ambition is getting tiring

Glider, lift up great ideas
From the people they won’t let take off
And personally
Find ships in jungles
And that treasure chest that kid hid from me

Come find me
A poem would be enough
Or those stories that make cowards walk
I was a precocious adult
A seven-month-old from a thick blue cloud that expelled me
And learned by falling

Uuu, those stuck to the ground hate us
Just for trying
To take a step close to the sky

Where are you, glider?
I threw bottles from beaches so deserted
That my skin is coral
And even the sea runs away from my salt

Someone save me
Sometimes I wake up and it’s me
And someone stop them
This ambition is getting tiring

We will be the nuclear verb
We’ll plan the dark city
Damn Halley, I’m calling you!

I hid so well that in the end I didn’t realize
And my childhood has ended decades later
And for reasons of faith, they condemned my bonfires
To die wet and alive
And they still shouted for more wood

Tell me if you’re still here
And I
Will become that glider again

Tell me if you’re still here
And I
Will reconsider
Being Pacific and Atlantic
Or that Icarus flying straight to the sun

They called him Halley Star
And I am you
And you are me