Greetings
the regrets of the world of beloved women
in many cities
seem like motherhood in films
and the enigmatic locales
while on the asphalt,
try to remember,
what a wail
what buildings
what precessions
to give us
to save us
yet inside the black eyes
the fleeting life
exists
and lives and persists
in the black eyes
filled with
yellow
roses
with all
the deep fear
of spring
don’t sing:
to the white legs
to reverent lips
of drunkenness
with flowers
of the fields
we wandered over the earth,
lost child,
what a tiredness
so many tears
we survived the day before
the holidays
tender and sad
thyme
prayer
west
black firstborn
crests
hills
always Eleonor always
the pistol was enough
to the questions of the temples
please show us
your heart
your mind
and we shall tell you
ethereal poets
gesticulate
in the evening
you seek
to always find
here are the temples
and graves
and arches
of triumph
L’ amour l’oulbli
the trees the trees the trees
rain
read
your grief in the clouds
what do
the gardens say
they feel too
or else
with boredom
I never met
myself
I hear voices
sea winds
beyond that birch forest
the small
cove
is the whole story
wait:
returning from the fields
in the afternoon
in the rain
we found
the adventures of nostalgia
Libros Libertad 