Red

I was another.
and I grew old.
It's me on the outside,
I'm another me inside.

A crisis transmutes me.
I paint myself in snake
And I change the skin of the season.

I grow old on the outside
I grow up inside.
bite my tail
and turn all the way around.

At every turn,
a thought:
A discovery
on the last lap,
I'm dizzy with myself.

I am what I am.
I'm more of a thunderbolt.
I'm another rock.
I lay down beside me.

And I say:
"Another day of me".
Other days (many)
they will finally arrive.

I always use
the eye colors
on the body
and the sunlight
on the face.
I who dream
other dreams
I cut my finger
with a kitchen knife
and paint my forehead
in red...