With the Silence
With the silence of lilies that bend
in my defeated hands
with thoughts that unsuccessfully
chase each other among the stars
with eyes longing for something
that I totally ignore
as if they don’t see, as if they don’t
hurt, disembodied eyes, ethereal
I stand a visionary and I believe.
I don’t know in what I believe, I go
through your poems and I mediate between
your thought and the wish for endlessness
and as I never close my eyes
I know this isn’t the dream’s fault.
Libros Libertad 