Take a look at the eye
to the fire that burns in the background,
open scar seems
the red horizon
The parsimony of the hours
hanging on the old clock,
the dust accumulated in the
books, boredom of time,
it seems to rain and the clouds
Are consumed.
I watch the birds cry
on the tops of trees
naked
I'm in the center of this
labyrinth without exit.
Open wounds hurt,
I know you read these lines
you think and smile, your lips
ajar they wait
a thirsty mouth.
I don't want to sadden the afternoon
I'm looking for a way out, if you hug me
you comfort me, a kiss takes away
the dryness of my lips,
in your warm hands, the union,
that blind knot that leads us
along paths without getting lost.
Does the city seem sad?
Or are my eyes deepened
looking for happiness in being
human, the loving shadow
of faces, the taste of honey
of words, hands
caressing loneliness
and sadness.
With a smile I escaped through the
mirror... the city from there,
shines in its swarm of lights.