The Forefather
This is my homeland
slow greeting of the waves
that comes undressed
group night shared
what the soul never had
an innocent distance, a signal of nostalgia
shout indeed distant.
The forefather sang
the history of myths, the lonely eons
anarchic blood molecule, an island
travels
coloured Eros on fire
lies in front of the endless meaning
language made of incomprehensible depths.
He’ll die without death
a postponed return
ignored baby
no one is ecstatic
like the fictitious years that pass
a superb moon over Olympus
a bubble of lava, a lost idea
that deeply patrols the seasons.
Under the foundations of distance
the forefather
now sleeps
a haystack of dreams
became my consciousness.
Libros Libertad 