Crashing over the years
like an old forgotten score note,
the poems travel
the roof of the broken house
evade all trembling memories
and with them the steps and the long absences
the sea..........
the trembling words are shipwrecked as variations of light
in horizons of auroras and decomposed dates
I am a captain in a dry ocean ....
green
I sink my cry in the darkness of your memory
where I put my ear to a book
and I do silence .......
and the heart beats strong and a flutter of letters
I breathed my past and I can not find it
I flee from everyday life and parentheses
the earth.......
the forest that hides behind the fallen trees
behind those transparent angel hands
touched by the years in the ambiguity of the eternal
I forgot the brick sepia verses,
as if a tunnel sealed the broad heart of the night
letting out old delusions
voices resurrected in their clothes of sad verses
on the way
but nothing else matters
even this maze of cracks believe dust off the distance
in the stopped watches
surely I can not read poetry
sing without pain the tender wait under the maternal light
..... I give you a poet.
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