You see that the words hesitate,
that are fading little by little,
one by one, as in a street
lamps at daybreak.
The analogy or poetic claim is not vain.
The light becomes ridiculous in the sun.
Similarly, when faced with the truth,
suddenly perceived with the clarity with which
things are contemplated, words
they become laughable, ridiculous toupees
of the bald silence
in every man I've been
I have taken with me a bit of
that I knew how to be, one is also what
He left. and maybe, thinking about it,
one is the result of the subtractions he did,
who we are no longer, that's what we are,
our look is full of absences.
and when we speak we do nothing but hit
the hole left in the silence
the words we once said
being others.