Poems by Esteban 2003
OBSESSION

I don’t want it to be like an obsession
what I want to tell you in my song
but the windows of our life distort us
the view to which our searching eyes we turn.

All that we know today by experience
can be related to our conscience
but may be tomorrow these few moments
will be remembered by their difference.

Like a ship that’s  drifting on the high seas
searching for a safe port in the distance
after many journeys and adventures
will discover a distant, unknown coast.

We don’t know the harvest of our living
which yesterday we recognised in innocence
but a barrier separates us for ever
from a land of fantasy and science.



PLAY ON WORDS AND LOVE
It’s a matter of playing with words
or learning to build them level by level
we leave our eyes everywhere
Your hand is a bright star
that gives me light in the storm
and watches me in captivity.

Your word is a net
that ties me to the ramparts
but I seek cover under your shadow.

The game is in the messages.
Your brain reaches out to mine
and in a second
you touch me with a brilliant thread
Forgive my interrupting your intimacy.

You touch me slyly
with your yellow thread
and I greet you
and correctly you greet me and we look at each other’s eyes.

It is precisely to this fleeting contact
that I refer in prose and verse
in a shout and in a song.

As I was saying before
everything seems more normal
if you and I should hold hands
and walk in the garden.

I like a dwarf
you like an enchantress.

This world is magical and Cruel.
Your restfulness moves me
you don’t even show surprise at the events
we both sit here
as if nothing was happening.

I’m saying it only once