In the fading pulse of the afternoon
time is embraced crucified.
Beyond...play the sound of a keyboard
mysterious, in nimble hands.
A cluster of sounds breaks apart
and oscillate in the melody of the universe,
stampede revolution, like clouds
stateless crossing borders,
lead sailing in space
Boundless white eyes, scrutinizing
from above.
Here I bite empty, a crowd
of thoughts comes over me
They run to meet me
They enter the veins, they circulate through the river
violent and mixed in the blood,
on the skin, in every corner of my universe.
memory is like a city
that throbs, feels, sees, circulates, leaves
and they stay as permanent guests.
Distant, a crackle of memories, they burn
they grow bigger, they shake their chests
the breath of your mouth has not erased it
time, a kiss nailed to a thorn
it suffers
Despite everything, a smile escapes
and flee in the happiness of now.
At this moment, where the melody
of time the eardrum swallows it
in a soft melody, which is sweetly lost
through a distant echo.