Saturday, October 31, 2009

Alvaro Marin

The silence of the future ruins
gently moves to and fro in helplessness
in this place called earth
because it doesn't yet have a name
its inhabitants
have one eye on the moon of death
and the other on a burning sun
The voice
does not spring from the lips
it is the deep trance of silence
Silence is the name of this place
so-and-so is everybody's name
and stone or ash
the names we shal have in the void
there's geography with the footprints of the absent
the cut-down trees lose their leaves
in some term of eternity
and cover the streets of the century with dead leaves
Wind passes deaf and saying nothing
it is a murmur as imposing as midnight
but not everything begins or ends here
in this geography.

No comments: