Clan of the broken glass,
mummies in the canopies,
hats
in full corkscrew.
The grandson sleeps
lying on the bias
about the skirt
of his beloved moon.
Grandma counts her vertebrae
for sleeping
Rotating birds
about the average run
of the Memorie.
Days that no almanac
will be able to forgive.
Nights of not being able to be left alone
in the mirror.
A translucent woman
she dances a waltz
for an audience
sixteenth notes.
Behind the reflector
life keeps the beat
with businessman foot.
Which word is
the one that opens and arrives
to dust off
the mystery of a relationship
Is or will be the look
who may have
the key of life
to this fatigue of years
between knowing or not ...
Becomes owner
of thoughts
Those that at night
restless of others
loneliness
returns responses
to unspoken questions
She takes up
his composure
and the gigantic darkness
the space of her when the cold
runs through you and the light begins
in the lightning that she is
life at the beginning of consciousness before the storm
that she retires.