Strophe
The stagnant days of desert emerge
melancholy of the lonely scarab
shadowy outline of the pyramid in
which a brown arm caresses a mummy
with silenced stillness with
merciless passion. Under the eyes
of the sphinx a hand armed with a knife
rises steadily and sways from
left to right like a new palm tree
and wields the blade like a desert
whistle deep in the flesh of the dancer.
The camels whisper loving words,
dipped in fragrance and incense,
to motionlessness. Words stained
by the wrong understanding
as the sand dunes witness with
teary eyes the primal wrath
repeating its song endlessly
accentuating its thorny omen.
Libros Libertad 