They have walked on the infertility of the earth
listened to the music flee in terror from the jaws of the beasts
And the yellow winds scream behind the unsuspecting
their shaved heads with the blunt stones
the reptiles camouflaged under the sun that speaks to the abyss
they have circulated devouring with their sticky claws
be quiet
that silence that reappears after the roar
and the roar that belongs to nobody
the hands of the naked in front of their god
the god who torments them without asking for explanations
the god who hides behind motionless clouds
the faces lost in the paths of hope that dances
dance the black dance of regrets
the drunks
the prostitutes
The drug addicts
the guilty
and the innocents who drink from the same glass as the others
those who left the seed under thousands of moth-eaten canvases
the rumor that grows
the rain that waits for the keys to surrender
to spread their rancor accumulated in the ocher trunks
How to obtain a safe conduct to flee before the flood?
What words to say when we cannot find willing hands?
the useless laws of men
and useless men without laws or smiles
Where to get logs to build a barge?
the border between the walking beings is there
near everything
although it is difficult to see her walking barefoot and silent
like a utopia
like a light
like a miracle
we both believe in miracles
after the flood we believe in miracles