skating enamel

Capricious the enamel that skates
drawing caresses at will,
that knowing it free, I blush,
because it never turns out as one imagines.

Moved by the heat, he walks;
how can he advance with courage,
even at the risk of provoking anger,
because gravity itself threatens him.

Free or prisoner of his nature?
Maybe resisting would hurt,
perhaps he does not possess such skill.

Enamel, without you the clay, what would it be!
Flow, live, cry over the piece
who wishes to give you his sympathy.

Julian Ortega Duran,
July 24, 2020.