A HORSE
A horse sinks into the water,
it crashes,
and gets entangled
with the shadow of the fishes.
It is haunted by the gloom,
by the memories,
by the dust of its races.
ANGEL
We compete to reach heaven,
to bring down the scales of an angel,
to the dry earth.
I LOSE MYSELF… I FIND MYSELF…
I lose myself in your paths,
in your corners,
in your edges,
in your cubes and in your mills.
I find myself in your lips,
in your gestures,
in your sweetness,
in the remains of sun
that your eyes gift me.
JOINING SIN TO DEATH
No one witnessed
the adhesion of our fires,
the din of our flesh,
the heartlessness
of our treacherous cores
joining sin to death.
BLOWING THE FORESTS
Coat
with your handkerchiefs
my desert,
return to my lips
blowing the forests,
so that the flowers
extinguish the fire
that has dried the earth.
THE LEGS OF YOUR THOUGHTS
The worlds
that emerge in your head
are the legs of your thoughts,
the wheel of memory,
the experience
that illuminates the shadow,
the knots of the soul.
SHE AND THE EMPTINESS
She wraps
the emptiness
with her body.
MOTHER… WHAT ARE WE?
Mother… What are we?
We are mountain,
rough land,
sporadic moments,
stone and dust,
silent will,
threads of death and hope.
I’M NOT A NAME, I’M NOT THE END
I’m not a name,
I’m not the end,
I’m magic and presence,
I’m an everlasting dream.
THE LEAVES
Beyond autumn,
the leaves
stumble upon nostalgia.
THE LIVING EYE OF THE DEAD
Take the calendar and the clock,
throw them on the living eye of the dead,
scare away his anguish and hurt,
give him peace in the shade,
halt his world in the depth,
before Jupiter’s glint.
THE KEYS OF VIRTUE
The keys of virtue
respond to the smile of a child,
to the sound that emerges
from the mouth of wintertime,
to the mantle of clouds and stars
that paint the sky at night,
to the volition and deed
of traversing the hush
to reveal the largest entrance.