Smoke – Fumar

Poetry

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

William Gibson






I have resolved  
to smoke time. 
While I inhale memories, 
I will exhale sighs. 

I plan to trap  
its blue smoke, 
in my ring 
made of clear glass.  

I will then proceed 
to paint my nails, 
the color of its sky-blue ash. 

I desire to have  
a perpetual access 
to moments of rapture and joy. 
In ink,  
           they'll be immortalized.






El tiempo se mueve en una dirección, el recuerdo en otra.

William Gibson






He resuelto
fumarme el tiempo.
Mientras inhalo un recuerdo,
exhalaré un suspiro.

Planeo atrapar 
su humo azul,
dentro de mi anillo 
de vidrio claro.

Procederé 
a pintarme las uñas
del color
de sus cenizas azul cielo.

Deseo tener
un acceso perpetuo
por eso inmortalizaré en tinta,
esos momentos 
             de rapto y gozo pleno.






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