The window was wide open.
The gateway to space,
you called it.
The candles told us lies
as they suffocated the black.
surged out of rainbow sand buckets
and gushed itself upon the floor;
stirring the imagination that was dripping out our noses,
We were knee deep in undiscovered colors
and giant cat fish.
We did not dare speak of the sunrise- for
we spoke lies, fluently.
The wind, a force of truth,
you called it-
or as the candles said,
“un fuerza de la verdad”
gave the flames a quick lick,
and we were left only with our thoughts;
or as I called it,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.