Silence has no face
I don't know it, it throbs in my temple,
ripples in my mind
He walks through the city, he gets lost
in the shadows, it nests
on the chest, knot on the lips.
Lightning without thunder, gentle river
and serene, mime, voiceless pause
language of your body
Sleepy wind, solemn accomplice,
written word, verses without reading
books without caresses, ignored
without a chasing look
his letters.
I have opened the veins, muteness
of pain, the blood of the river is sweet.
Seed buried in the womb
from the earth, birth in silence
of night, green flash, crowned
of yellow rays.
Embrace in the solitude of despair,
love that you shut up... loving.
Why do you hide the gestures in the
mirror?
The poem shines in the shadows
trace of light, arrow that hurts the heart
of the night.
Time without memory.
In the fallen leaves rolls a green autumn
that will be born tomorrow
Silence has no face.
Your smile blooms in the garden
on open petals kissing butterflies.
The window stays open
the silence is absolute, only
the footsteps of my thoughts are heard
and the strings of an imaginary violin
in the hands of an angel.