Homero Aridjis

Sometimes you touch a body and it awakens

spending the night by opening a

pulsation sensitive marine arm
.

and as we love the sea

like a naked song

as its the only summer

.
We say light as they say now

tell him it was yesterday's and other parties
.

so filled with corpses and bodies

Gulls are our gulls
.

We'll climb tip to tip

with banks and ceilings and door handles
.

and liaison with hotels and memories and

landscape and weather and asteroids

.
it filled him with us and our soul

necklace of islands and soul
.

Sorry, everyday life is

beautiful but a sorry shade.