The azure of your sky
made me see heights
while the purple
of your soul led me to the
depths
where
my arms unfolded like banners
they wanted although they could not learn the trade of the nomadic
of that naive who oscillates like the infinite pendulum
that separates the ends
the two drives that
they constitute us
relentlessly

today
the days and
the nights emptied of candors and fragrances
leaving the subtle and lacerating hole
sharp
that cuts the thread of blood
loquacity was interrupted
that used to have the hours
shared
life itself made life...

In the wake of dawn
I think I feel
find you
I think without rest in the course of
the vital energy that made its way
every time opposites are attracted
all times turgid
taking flight
invincible

however it is with the lights of
the night
that my humanity finds some relief
the days in this asphalt desert
and cement
-so different from the clay that you modeled with tenderness-
They become unbearable without your presence...

How long will it take
to rediscover the most pleasant of existence
after such a shock?
will reach the one that is me
assigned?
It will be enough?
Will the aloes see
and mint and card
the carqueja and the blossomed clovers the dawn of the
new being
that like a phoenix will want to return
from his own ashes
to honor and thank with our eyes set
in outer space
the only certainty that appears in all the logbooks of the
Orb?

The hope
-without parentheses between the n and the final a-
is the only motto that will last
between the frayed and accelerated reality
in the spirit of the gullible who is writing these
glosses
I hope it is not bowed too
that impulse to the continuity of the act of
breathe
at least until it goes extinct
naturally…