Saturday, September 26, 2009

Lina Zeron

Inside the soft cavity of my body,
you burn.
In the space where the night reigns,
you tremble.
In the shadows where the demented pray for mercy,
you kneel.
In the depth of the broken dream,
you appear.
In the name of the Teacher who came to save us,
you beg.
There, where oblivion arrives in ragged clothes,
you throb.
There, where your memory has no peace,
I exist.
There, where the bewildered soul binds one to another,
we lie together.
There, where I press my heart before the flood of tears
shames me,
I don’t know you.
There, where the thinness of my silence questions you,
I forgive you.

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