Heart at Random

Randomness is a woman

that touches our forehead
with her warm hand,
hinting, without a fixed course
to a place that exists
but we know not
how to arrive.

Randomness is a woman
that reveals, at times,
how she gets lost in the night
when we least expect
and when we most need.

Randomness is a woman
that resembles a gypsy,
with lips that are fleshy
and kiss us at every quiver,
and speak in our ears with a whisper
for our silence
destined to the sea,

Randomness is a woman
that takes you away, and brings you back,
with a heart like a compass
and a shooting star
in escape
like birth,
like exile
and like justice from above.