The Return
Washington Daniel Gorosito Pérez

The whispering of the trees,

huge,  surrounds it.


The growing silence orients

his pale steps.


It seems like it looks at the horizon,

his glare tired, naked, hungry

of blue skies, looking for calm.


The vertigo of life,

seizes the idea of death.


The world dies with him,

the idea claudicates,

the fire turns on,

it all turns on around him,

and the echo resounds,

return to your life.