As/Is

9.02.2014

As if a dream n.2

by Guido Monte



my words without sense

from lips that would shut up

and feel the heat of others,

their shake

until the end

although in empty homes

and desecrated, nameless

casas vacías, sin nombre



now i hold you by the hand



you call me from the bottom

of your life,

i hear you leave your depth

i don't know if in sleep or waking,

all my senses vibrating

in my head,

directions on my hands

prisoners at the time,

prisoners of a thin voice,

ways to talk about bridges

and open doors to the city,

puertas se abren a la ciudad.



i hear you,

even without words.

i hear black birds flying

for the labyrinths

of the earth

and calm islands,

i feel the blind people

asleep in the gardens

and dreaming light lakes

right through the senses,

pupils now living

butterflies of the night

fireflies enjoying a revival,

luciérnagas nacidas de nuevo.

posted by Guido Monte on Tuesday, September 02, 2014

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