Spring A.D.
Again with spring
she was dressed in light colors
and with a light steps
again with spring
again in the summer
she was smiling.
Amid the fresh blossoms
breast naked to the veins
beyond the dry night
beyond gray haired old men
who spoke in low voices
what would have been better
to give up the keys
or to pull the rope and hang from the noose
to leave empty bodies
there where the souls couldn’t endure
there where the mind couldn’t reach
and the knees buckled.
With the new blossoms
the old men missed
and they gave up everything
grand children and great-grand children
and the vast fields
and the green mountains
and love and life
compassion and dwelling
and rivers and the sea;
and they left like statues
and left behind silence
that the sword couldn’t cut
that gallop couldn’t take
nor voices of the young;
and the great loneliness came
and the great austerity
along with this spring
and settled and spread
ike the dew of dawn
and got caught by the high branches
slid down the trees
and wrapped our soul.
But she smiled
dressed in light colors
like a bloomed almond tree
in yellow flames
and walked lightly
opening windows
in the sky delighted
without us, the luckless.
And I saw her naked breast
her waist and her knee
as a martyr springs out
of his penance untouched
and pure to reach the sky
beyond the inexplicable
murmurs of people
in the immense circus
beyond the black grimace
the sweaty neck
of the exasperated executioner
who stroked with no success.
The loneliness turned into a lake
austerity became a lake
untouched and indecipherable.
Libros Libertad 