I am not afraid of anything.
I am calming my horses down.
Taking a trot around the neighborhood
To face the sun behind the trees.
Yesterday I stopped close to a man fixing the horizon.
I liked that man; he was as calm as my horses are when they trust me.
I went away to glance at life as long as it still slept.
Rabbits and squirrels were chasing each other in lazy,
Long-winded steps
Before dashing into the bushes, they seemed to give me a contemptuous look.
It was five in the morning; still, I was thinking of Lorca,
Only a lonely, universal poet,
Unlike me.
A las cinco de la mañana.
I love the musicality and the rhythm of the street.
I am not afraid of anything,
Besides the likelihood of being hit by a car.
I cannot see well from the footway,
And I stare through the windshield,
To be sure a good man holds the steering wheel.
Sometimes I can only see the color of his skin,
Irrelevant, unimportant, inept.
Nevertheless, my heart beats a little bit faster;
Nobody around, the street is clean and empty,
The stores are closed.
My legs are ready to speed up. I hold my breath.
I am sure I am afraid of nothing until this car stops,
Letting me take the lead.
I want nobody to know that I have doubts.
I cross.
I run; I take another lap.
A few frames change later.
I drink my coffee.
My thoughts are not alone anymore.
The world has come to life.
I can no longer touch it.
It doesn't stay in one place.
It moves all over the globe,
Mouthing, yelling, screaming,
Shouting death, crying for justice.
Life wants to make her voice heard.
It does not have time for grief.
Life acts,
Imprisoned in a kind of loneliness.
And we?
We make use of too many harmful words.
Please, let's calm our horses down!