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And yes? Is a poem taken from the book The Rainbow of My Insatiable Desires by Osiris Valdés López
Could it be the flash of light, embarking on the battle against darkness and memories?
Could it be because I always forget to find myself and can only yearn!
Could it be that in the backstage of evictions there is no longer any corner of time that stops in this era?
Why do the most absurd doubts inhale every sigh that clings to hope, to the beautiful hope of recovering true joy, the one that never disguises sadness with smiles?
Could it be that at daybreak the intermittent light that guided my steps through darkness becomes clearer, more constant?
The truth is that sometimes I wish to be the sun, and to never allow clouds to turn this summer in my eyes into another gray day. And I dream of lanterns in the air, and I see footprints guiding my steps, and sometimes when I blink, I am blinded; and it is true: There is an hour of dawn when only silence is heard, and at sunset the sky becomes fire; the sky is a work of art, and the most exquisite fragrance is the sweet aroma of morning, and the gentlest rain are dewdrops caressing flower petals.
Could it be that observing the sky this afternoon, I long to ascend pulling my steps from the earth that traps me, to fall asleep in the clouds. Mad longings of my being! I would have to die to perhaps fulfill this desire that occupies me today; it is impossible that upon ceasing my breath, if my spirit were to rise, I could fall asleep in the clouds; no one really knows what will happen next.
In my distant and unreachable horizon, where the sky melts into the sea, I would like to remain suspended, and on the highest mountain discover that my wings can fly, to be myself again.
Maybe I could in my dark labyrinth, this full-moon night, find that its light guides me to the way out.
Sometimes, only sometimes, when sadness visits me, I wish to lose the ability to feel its intensity, and let pain fulfill its purpose in me, hardening, stopping these beats, but then I react, for if something like that happened to me, I would lose this poetry that is yours more than mine, and I cannot allow that.
Could it be that today I seek my solitary shadow among shadows, but I do not find it; my elusive shadow sometimes leaves me too.
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In the gentle echo of your verses, I find a delicate dance between light and shadow. Your exploration of longing and the search for joy resonates like a silent symphony, inviting readers to contemplate their own journeys through darkness and desire.
Your poem is a luminous tapestry woven with threads of doubt and yearning. The imagery of seeking the sun and the longing for the clouds to part paints a profound picture of the human spirit’s quest for clarity and peace amidst the storms of emotion.
And yes?’ whispers a poignant truth about the struggle between the ephemeral and the eternal. The yearning to escape the confines of earthly existence and the vivid depiction of the sky and sea blend seamlessly into a moving reflection on the nature of aspiration and reality.
The evocative imagery of your poem captures the essence of a soul in flux, seeking solace in the constellations and desiring a transcendence that remains just out of reach. Each line is a heartfelt plea, a testament to the relentless pursuit of inner light and self-discovery.
Your verses eloquently express the paradox of seeking comfort in the vast expanse of the sky while being anchored to the earth. The contrast between the fleeting moments of joy and the enduring shadows of doubt creates a rich, emotional landscape that is both haunting and beautiful.