Inexplicable
He always searched for something
to take him on a voyage
with his coat unbuttoned
like the comfort he had
of the crucified martyr
like the slow movements
of the lone seagull on the harbour pile
that screamed as if confirming
they would travel together
to the opposite shore
where else could he go now
but to his beloved cellar
with the rancid wine
where the rickety clock
had long stopped
inside the four walls
into which beautiful things are locked
Libros Libertad 