The Rivers Where Roses Bloom

I invite you, dearest friend

To come with me to

The rivers where roses bloom

It's a complicated path

We all must follow

But we always end up there

Once you find yourself there,

Be careful, for where water runs

It leaves a trace of thorns through all its caudal

These rivers run eternally

Always welcoming visitors

To get stained by the blood

of those who happen to

touch the thorns

Their waters had left crevices

On the hardest of rock

They leave Mother Earth

Exhausted by their humiliation

In Spring and their triumph in Winter

They never stop flowing

Even in the calmest of the days

Their thorns seem to be

Uneasy and every drop of

Blood always end up transforming

Into more fragrant roses

Symbolizing that their sadness is unique

It is lustful, it is dangerous, so let it out.

For when you're invited

To the rivers where roses bloom

There's no chance of coming back, for you'll

Be dragged by the current

Ending in the biggest waterfalls of nostalgia

Surrounded by the velvet bloody petals

That every lover and sinner

Had touched.

DA 2015