The Tip of the Iceberg

¿Recuerdas la noche en la que jugabamos a descifrar el invierno y terminamos arrojando nuestros barcos al oceano? Tu eras mucho mas joven que las estrellas,y como ellas, tambien intermitente, él era un arma cargada, una sonrisa llena de balas, yo un libro de paginas blancas, sin portada y siempre abierto. Nos enterraron juntos, y al mismo instante. Nos reencarnamos juntos, sin haber muerto. Hay quien cree haberte visto de nuevo emigrando junto a cientos de pájaros, escapando del invierno. Él puso una tienda de discos y se cambio la voz, el nombre y el acento para forzar a la magia y a las casualidades. Es por eso que cuando lo encontré, sentado al borde del oceano, le dije "no existen las coincidencias" el me disparó sonriendo, "algún dia no conseguirás encontrarme" yo le dije "es imposible, nadie sabe arrojar los barcos como lo haceis vosotros dos" él agachó la mirada "entonces, ¿porque ya no podemos encontrarla a ella?"


Do you remember the night that we played to decipher the winter and we ended throwing our boats to the ocean? You were much younger than the stars, and flashing like them, he was a loaded gun, a smile full of bullets, I was a white pages book without cover and always open. We were buried together, and at the same instant. We reincarnate together, without having died. Some people believes they have seen you again with hundreds of migrating birds escaping of the winter. He set a record store and changed the voice, the name and the accent to force the magic and the casualty. That's why when I found him sitting on the edge of the ocean, I said him "there are not coincidences" His smiling shot me, "Some day you will not find me again" I said, "that is impossible, no one throws the boats as you two", he lowered his eyes "and then, why we cant find her anymore?"