I have seen the terrain of daring waking up in the word.
I have seen the shadow in the mouth, the thirst open in the humidity.
The pernicious fantasy of the prisoner illustrating a world.
The grimace, the curl, in the term in which you are shipwrecked.
I've seen trust in unfamiliar and unfamiliar terrain,
in exile I have seen the framework of bodies and ecstasy.
The policies and the resignation of the intimate territories,
In critical times I have seen conscience dismembered,
agglutinate and repeat automata to live with errors.
Unconscious amnesia and hospitality,
I have seen the wild dogs host
with the same indefinite spirit,
with the same contained death embrace their children.
I have seen the absence
its disturbing weight in the atmosphere.
The revolution of silence
the concerts of loneliness
I have shuddered at concerts in remote caves.
I have seen the words sailing the ocean of loneliness.
Old barges remove the bottom of the question marks.
I've seen them dredge the dark, beg for scrap
nothing more to sink in wonder in the ocean.