Escaramujo

Why is the earth my home?
Why is the night dark?
Why is the moon whiteness
that fattens as it thins?
Why does one star link
with another, like a drawing?
And why is the wild rose
of the rose and the sea?
I live by asking:
to know cannot be a luxury.

The boiling water in the pot
releases a soul that rises
to dissolve in the cloud
that will later become a downpour.
I am such an inquisitive child,
so hungry for knowledge,
that I wither if I lose
an answer to my chest.
If knowing is not a right,
it will surely be a left.

I came to ask
flower and reflux.
I am of the rose and the sea,
like the wild rose.

I am aria, lament, tune,
I am Muhammad, I am Lao-Tzu,
I am Jesus Christ and Yahweh,
I am the feathered serpent,
I am the astonished pupil
that discovers as it points,
I am everything that comes together
to live and dream:
I am the destiny of the sea:
I am a child who asks.
I came to ask
flower and reflux.
I am of the rose and the sea,
like the wild rose.