BEFORE SILENCE
This frost that I’ve accepted
slowly spreads
inside and out;
from my naked mountain
over the crowding of bodies and sentiments
gaining the total I wished,
seeing only the forest
I die for a tree, a face.
I don’t know anymore
whether I chose loneliness
or you have imposed it upon me.
As the frost spreads
I don’t humble myself
to ask for your help.
Libros Libertad 