Moving

Pieces of me,

Scattered, each piece miles away from each other,

There is no a whole body without the skin,

It is the moving tape holding it,

Each piece has a light,

Some lights are bright, others just shimmer

All of them needed, all of them beautiful,

Pieces of me,

Scattered miles away from each other,

The invisible thread goes through them,

The thread come back to me,

Here is where the knot is.

Pieces of me,

all of them loved by me,

The me, the my, the I, the myself, all imperfect,

Pieces of me are shattered everywhere,

Each piece now have my touch,

There is my existence.

When I leave, I am not leaving,

Because all my pieces are spread among you.

Tonight I am sad, tonight I wish to have all the pieces together,

I could probably explode of happiness seeing them all bright, together, warm, brilliant.

I think, at least there are pieces of me scattered miles away from each other.

Consuegra.