The Silver Spark

insómnica galactina noctúrnica espaciense terrestral estrellórica despiertista centelladora celestiante volatilista palabrista sentidora que soy. Paulina Meza

Las vetas en la madera conducen hacia ti. ¿Voy? Paulina Meza

Viajo. embriagada de paisajes. calor. siluetas cambiantes recortan el cielo. montaña, mesa, desiertos, pastos, mar. el cielo en degradado. nieve y frío. no hay frontera que me proteja de las emociones de la Tierra que brotan en forma de plantas y árboles al millar. diversidad. la costa. el valle. riqueza. sahuaros. pinos. cambios. encinos. palmas. […]

A spark that spreads with any wind it latches on that light within it helps me breathe through sleepless times it’s that clear sound of soothing rhymes the valiant actions that I take the changes my decisions take. a warmth that’s felt through united purpose: darkness conquered by sharing smiles and together, overcoming trials. Paulina […]

what if I never get tired of searching? of feeling nostalgic? (the emptiness full of your missing touch) the traveling, the thoughtfulness. the poems never to be read by your foreign eyes. the amateur disguise. my heart so big in size. the face, ready to cry, ready to care the wind, unaware. the beginnings of […]