The man is animated by solitudes,
deer with an arrow in the ijar
that flees and bleeds.
Ah, but hate, his insomniance
of glass pupils; Your attitude
which is both rest and threatens.
The deer is going to drink and in the water appears
The tiger reflex.
The deer drinks water and image. It turns
-Then devouring it- (complicit, fascinated)
equal to his enemy.
We give life only to what we hate
The other
Why say names of gods, stars
foams of an invisible ocean,
pollen of the most remote gardens?
If our lives hurts, if every day comes
tearing the entrail, if it falls every night
Convulsa, murdered.
If the pain hurts in someone, in a man
we don't know, but it's
present at all hours and is the victim
and the enemy and love and everything
What we need to be whole.
Never say that it is yours, tiniebla,
Do not drink from a sip joy.
Look around: there is another, there is always another.
What he breathes is what suffocates you,
What you eat is your hunger.
Die with the purest half of your death.
Be a river without fish
Being river without fish, this I have been.
And I am foaming and ice.
Drowned and broken I wear all the sky
And the tree is badly injured.
Two shores of a pain in a ruling
My flow goes to a sea of grief.
The heron of her estuary is high flight
and goodbye and brief faded sun.
To die without song, blind, progress
Vacuum and longing bit.
Oh, but sometimes deep and calm
It stops under a pure shadow.
He stops and receiving beauty
With a mild trembling.
Presence
Someday I will know. This body that has been
My shelter, my prison, my hospital, is my grave.
What I linked around an desire,
Of a pain, of a memory,
Will desert looking for water, leaf,
The original spore and still inert and the stone.
This knot that was (inextricable
Of coleras, betrayals, hopes,
Sudden glimpses, abandoned,
Hambres, screams of fear and helplessness
And joy giving in darkness
And words and love and love and love)
The years will cut it.
No one will see the destruction. None
You will pick up the unfinished page.
Between the handful of acts
Scattered, randomly ventured, there will be no one
To which they put apart as a precious pearl.
And yet, brother, lover, son,
Friend, ancestor,
There is no loneliness, there is no death
Even if I forget and even if I end.
Man, where you are, where you vines
We will all remain.