Born and raised in Costa Rica, currently based in Copenhagen, Denmark. Poet, painter, wayfarer. For more information visit: http: //beyondlanguagepoetry.com/)
Bridge.
The surface of the lake
was bruised
with a darkness
that could not have been borrowed.
It was a patch of tense
turbulent essence,
emerging from the common ripples.
It was a particularly indecent
display of profundity,
being a nude example of universe.
The days where speed makes a string
uncoiling in a vacuum
enveloped by place.
It was strange
that no cloud
gravitated toward the opening phenomena.
It was then that I began thinking
of death;
to no longer locate myself
in the affairs that confuse.