Poesía

Victory

l feel the taste of victory in my eyes;

Riding over the block, I will fly;

Up into the skies, transcendently,

As if making love, as if kissing the moon;

I will leap, blooded, over murderous obstacles;

l will embrace, flying, victory in the high skies

And death will be beaten back, allowing vision

Into depths of translucent sky, sun-filled, and blue.