encrypt the word
sit on it with the full weight of the body
swinging feet
whistling an impromptu tune
that if they observe it they do not know what it says
what if they auscultate her
what hits inside her does not fatigue
hands or verbs or absences
let everything be an extreme chance
a suit made of air
a perfume, a text, the scribble of a landscape,
encrypt the tongue as if there was no other sanity
that the inevitable pavement that dreams produce,
open your eyelids with the stubbornness of the wind
plunge into the green darkness of blood
the thought, the reason,
for when they leave at our doors again
wooden horses
let's encrypt that war in such a way
that there is no way to get rid of the soul
the bronze of the sword with which he usually wounds us
tenderness.