Fernando Delgadillo
Miscellaneous
Soap Bubbles
At the entrance to the park the guy
was blowing through the thread
that was wrapped around a wire
he dreamed soap.
There is no child who ignores the flight
of the bubbles to the sky
unleashing wings to the imagination
How it would take a long time
without being able to close a deal
br/>I went to exchange two coins
my memories and chimeras
for a little blue bottle
like an illusion.
I found a distant path
where the profane eyes
of people could not see me smile
and I hung spheres in the wind, which
lasted a moment
and they exploded in colors that I lost
And in the end I did not find myself happy
but, quite the opposite
I was sad that I could no longer
enjoy the miracle
of those tones that hurt my heart
Soap bubbles
they are blue and purple
soap bubbles
They invite you to laugh
of a wonderful world
that you would like to reach
and when you touch it you realize
that it does not really exist.
As a child I ran after them
to taste their flavor
to catch the colors
which are nothing more than illusions
I preferred the round ones
whether they were big or small
and today they deny me the charm
that they offered me yesterday
and although I put enthusiasm into it
I have not been able to do anything but see
Bombs of Soap
tempting and happy
Soap bubbles
from other, less gray times
that I treasure in my memory
and that fill me with emotion
there I was doing soap bubbles
Soap bubbles
are blue and purple
Soap bubbles
they invite you to laugh
they are reflections they are spheres
that have gone back to the sky
through which they roll lightly
heading towards the sun
they have been nothing
They have only been soap bubbles.

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