Archetypes | Arquetipo. Poema [Eng/ESp]

I'm here in front of nothing
listening to the light,
tasting the wind,
drowning my gaze in the sea,
stretching horizons that lengthen with my loneliness,
to live is to want to find an end To infinity,
where to escape,
anywhere you go
I am a pillar of salt
I am an egoist who wants to give himself up all,
although loving is something delicate,
complicated say many,
but who said fear...
love is just a time bomb
that will make us explode without remedy,
then we have to take
pieces and rebuild us,
Or just let us die
and although apparently we are still alive,
The second option always wins.
each era has its archetype,
no one remembers the knight errant anymore,
there were many Quixotes daydreaming,
then came the sophisticated image,
Let's say a man or a woman smoking,
Today no one is surprised by our affinity
for the zombies,
we see them even in the soup,
It is not something hidden from anyone,
nor an esoteric mystery,
that few are really alive inhabiting the planet,
most for a long time
we're half dead
walking aimlessly,
surviving with false expectations,
and broken illusions,
head down,
looking at avatars
or little dances on Tik-Tok.