Strange birds have come today
they bring smoke on their wings, fire
in his eyes, the crackle of the forest
in their souls and sing with their strings
broken.
Thought is agile like a cat
although memory sleeps times
remote.
Today I wanted to be everything, thinking solitude,
sun transmuting in your eyes, horizon
in the hands, I walk in your body
naked, peasant in your womb.
Strange birds have come today
and their mutations scare me,
imperfection, the advancement of science,
the hidden, the silence, the languor
of the earth... I compare it with the absence
of kisses on my mouth, the cracked thirst
of the lips, the orphanage of the eyes
in the garden, hands outstretched
towards the shadows, the diffused light
in the mirror like run over moon
for a meteorite
What will be behind the muteness of the
words? ...a silence that provokes
panic, a poisoned tongue.
Strange birds have come today
and that shows how bad we are
the wrath of the fire invades us, enormous
snowfalls, torrid winds that carry
even the thoughts of man.
where are you? the line disappears
with the shadows, envelops the look
and the voice... my voice and your voice, dragged
by the wayward winds of the north.
I cling to loneliness, there I think of you,
I caress you and hug you tight, like a
city within a wall.