this endless sky is not mine like the night that ends
nor this impenetrable heart of wind with the big eyes
nor this clumsy shadow that accompanies me in a fire of words
nor this poem that I'm trying to write now
I find myself alone in this absence that without wanting to drag
in this thing of spirit and blood that moves and stops
in a blind mirror of reality created by my gaze
in space flare with limited time
Except for you, oh simplicity, I am nowhere to be found
I am nothing, nor the current of the river that carries us
nor the trembling of time that passes
infinity does not make me nauseous, nor do I worry about eternity
I live apart from myself, in myself
I am not empty, I am alone, I am without anyone
I am not who I am, I am a hole occupied by my being
a spirit that moves my life and accompanies me
a waking dream, an ear that sees, an eye that hears
I am absence, an unreachable verse, an echo without a word
Whoever I am, whoever I am, I live in myself
I'm mortal, I'm not wearing any mask
I am myself, I do not drag anyone
Except for you, oh simplicity, I don't own anything