Icarus flew towards Apollo and
hung up his wings as an offering.
God of light and sun
God of truth and prophecy
You've released your arrow
and poetry has flooded souls.
The Delphic oracle said to you
the warrior's name.
Hermes messenger of light showed me his eyes.
I saw in the shadow of silence
speechless much more entangled words
than I've ever seen...
I saw the moon behind him
drop your dream to the limbo.
One round, another turn
a wish without borders,
wingless
without Icarus…
He was to fly
but he never knew
nor know.
Apollo and Dionysus
Who will come?
What will the oracle?,
What will Artemis?
the Muse
dance
fire
the march
He settles his head and he thinks me
he exists
and then...
he exists not.
After a long sigh
It has been my wings all along...
Wind
maze
leakage.
The sun melted the escape
the same as Daedalus planned,
freedom for his child,
he did not understand,
he did not know how...
There was none
yet it is...
it doesn’t matter if is.
A hidden world
a world apart
simple
complex
close
distant.
An oversight
a morning without a present
'I am the Oracle', he whispered:
The wings hung as offerings
will be your gift
will be your gods
will be your Apollo...
light
singing
poetry
dance.
But not for me
the oracle has sppoken
… at the end
this has never been...
México, 5 de abril 2012
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