THE SOURCE OF TEARS
What bothers me in images of the desert?
The light, as it falls there
free substance that no concept
can stop.
Its animals and a solid knowledge of survival
and the stars in a different dimension
silent windbags that fall
and transform the sand
into inerasable Fate.
Its males who are flowers with dark petals
wrapped in white and answering to choked names
females never existed there
except of the whirlwinds.
The eyes enter the cocoon of heat
and inside the thought
the last water shines.
I enter where my shadow is born;
someone cool stands there.
That absentee touches me
tears flow
their source will never be my center.
Libros Libertad 