LAST LIGHT
There where I dived to find you
my being was lost
and the prophet of my heart was speechless.
You exist in an absolute shape
unreachable even to life
a white spot
some cloudy water.
I want to exhaust my last light
there where nothing
stops the eye
without any swallow
with no self-deception.
My heart must be dead
Though if I’m still alive
I shall look out to nature
I’ll name you summer
with no memory anymore
I’ll call you flower bud, until
the myth pulls the curtain behind me
opposite the white wall
all are finished and white
and I a cockroach
someone has stepped on.
Libros Libertad 