Niño… Boy…

Un chiquillo hecho hombre
Un recorrido impensable
cuando era un comino
con una pelota al pie pegada.

Siempre sintió
que algo
dentro de él dormitaba.

Nunca pensó
que  ese  ronroneo
que no le permitía
parar tranquilo
fuese una vital pesadilla.

Demasiados cambios
demasiada soledad
cuando lo que necesitaba
eran otros
con los que compartir
correrías.

Abriéndose paso
la espesura
se fue apoderando
de su blancura
las tinieblas mentales
no tuvieron piedad
de la criatura.

……………..

A boy made man
An unthinkable journey
when he was a comino
with a ball
stuck to his foot.

He always felt
that something
inside him was dozing.

He never thought
that this purring
that wouldn’t let him
to stop quietly
was a vital nightmare.

Too much change
too much loneliness
when what he needed
were others
with whom to share
to share the running around with.

Making its way through
the thicket
was taking over
its whiteness
the mental darkness
had no mercy
on the creature.

O.