V
october
and I became a shy animal
I discover wings I wrap myself
I find nests I hide
I winterize in humble grass
lately only my extremities shine
my fate has turned into
something deep and unbearable
uncertain, it touches me, then vanishes.
I don’t know, ah, I don’t know anymore
how all the rest live
how they survive among the clouds
vague images of passion
how the moon rose up
from the earth again
as the soil played the role of the Assumption.
They survive
with a dark seed inside them
a dark tree that grows
becomes the big and leafy
tree of fear and disappearance.
I’ll die crawling
soft like a snail
moist, unconscious
my tough fleshy body
will stay behind with the cypresses.
You touched me and I forgot
in what decadence I’d stop existing
I who brought love
the seed and death
I, the fresh one, at dawn.
Libros Libertad 