White Trees

Wake me,

When the grass is white,

And the water red.

When your eyes change,

And, when my lips are erased.


Wake me, 

When the sky stops,

And the earth moves.

When your smile dies,

And, when your voice is muffled.


Wake me,

When the lions coward,

And sheep kill.

When your beauty is gone,

And, when your mind corrupts.


I dream of white trees,

And beings never created.

In this picture of you,

I will not open my eyes again.

Sleep at my side, and see these dreams.


Wake me, when this reality leaves.

Will I ever wake?

You, as a being,

Are beauty in all spectrums.

I remain asleep. Dreaming of the most beautiful colors.


- Alejandro Bonfil

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