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.
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