Desires

Desires  are children who never grow up


Bubbles floating in the air


Boats drowned at sea


Seduction to enjoy the apple of sin


Abandonment of memory. Ash turned to bait


Desires  are like hieroglyphs of the ancient world. Message in a bottle


True desires are those


we  don’t recognize yet


Since we do not have the courage to admit to ourselves


And deep in the most distant angles  


we close our eyes in the dark room with no windows


We wonder whose Desires are really


ours  or the shadows that surround us.


Desires are like timid migratory birds

They come from unknown places. And go back to unknown places.