Everyday Stories #13
A lonely weeny spaceship
Treat her with care
Wanders in blank wanders
a lonely weeny spaceship
Not by her choice
she likes to be in company
Wanders in blank wanders
a lonely weeny spaceship
Smells the cosmic air
a fox cub
the mother spaceship
has lost her
Be careful
She is not just any spaceship
Inside
she is full of bonsai
and poems
She doesn’t need
to be commanded
she has antique
and shiny keys
Like a bandoneon
And follows the conductor
of this portion of the galaxy
Rubs on the rim of a glass
Concert of crickets and cicadas
Lonely weeny spaceship
heart of fire
built with water and wood
and hummingbird feathers
White brown and blue
She knows nothing
of parallel universes
nor of string theory
She lives only one life
White brown and blue
She doesn’t know the uncertainty principle
but every day she works hard
to rotate on herself
without making big mistakes
Treat her with care
if one day away
you will find her
They say that Time has sown
its yellow daffodils there
They say that many of God’s names
are engraved on her surface
They say that some time ago
incomprehensible things
as life
and consciousness
right there
began
or began again
Along another naive paths:
