The Swan's Nest
In prosperous days, One day I was walking with his head down; Until I find the silky feather of a swan ... This brought me to the nest and told me ...; "Here you have more feathers to attend more nests" In the morning I trained a small birds so they sing at the edge of your eyelids; innocence Lullaby of Creation ... and one of them told me ...: "If you put a price on your life, you have to invent a new currency ..." Meat wrapped unknown space, and space ... dark dimension of ignorance ...? Now your work should not relax the breath, more only has to beat your conscience aged complacency never be vacated his senses in the work of our hearts, and evoke the gentle fall of a creek in the back of a hill. "Green grass you saw your soul in time" The green grass of my conscience and my throat knotted passing clouds my view, as I write in my blood silence merges with the sky ... And I, moved by his calm awakening I answer my child's voice ...: "Bathe passion to exist ... because your eyes are eternal; they increase their vision and feel the mysterious voice brightening the inner walls of your body that is your Universe. Do not panic‌! If you see your body with another appearance, for God with their Suns and Moons burst inert abject hopelessness of man ...and the beautiful bird exclaimed his throat to Heaven ...: "In today's time you enjoy winning existence, I believe in your immortal personality latent subsidiary matter find virtuous accident on the ceiling, when the world is just beginning to incorporate the spirit of the
fantasy of owning a healthy brother scented manger ... personality of God ... " In your wooden skiff and I see all around hair air surrounds your figure in my eyes filled with your love. three times I saw your silhouette enclosed in the solar circle ... three birds left without crisis, gullible off ... cub from the back of marine cetacean stone hugging his mother. Three nests of muted Swans Crystal fell on water ... and not have the proper Swan love of their own litters, only infiltrated their nests between bites commit their faces Sunset with legs, toes that you jump from wave to wave from cloud to cloud behind the steep face natural colorful balloon stuck leaving their evening hours dusk ... At times I catch nature as a woman in your barge Females and balanced force, display my lips a smile, a smile adoptive ... That neighboring nature is not above his white figure: Angelic Being ... humanizing arrogated you love my Self and my view, a paradise for healthy eyes a Swan dressed and embodied due to a called nest´s Woman ….
José Luis Carreño Copyright Troncoso 15