Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Jose Garostiza

That word never appears
in the sung language of your questions,
that, dying,
it freezes in the air of your voice,
yes, like a breath of flutes,
against a glass air evaporated,
Look at it, oh, Play it!,
Look at it now!
Look at missing the entire word
without voice, without echo, without language, accurate
watch how its trace is in
walls of glass loving water!

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