Architecture of the Tide
We lie under a magnifying lens
an impenetrable diaphaneity
full of guilty dreams
devastated people
born in the imagination of someone else
it rains in the neighborhood colony tonight
houses habituated by turning roads
another day will follow the last one
it’ll look at us intensely
it’ll incarnate the beginning and
the end of times in the inexistent.
Incomplete world, the cradle of the desert
under the wind of history
the ambiguous mortality of the Aegean
our fathers lost
in the whirlpool of numbers and ideas
and in the painful balance of endlessness
they go back and forth along the coast.
This is our place
the sea’s substitutes float
over the footsteps of the moon
oracle or the threat of time that delays
truth overflows
the invisible but a winding river.
The tide’s architecture is somewhere else.
Libros Libertad 