Monday, January 11, 2010

Braulio Arenas

On the wall in the mirror
In the hair that knots the night
In the mirror
In the tortuous passage from bird to oil
On the wall
On the balcony for each light
For every shadow for all company
Made to the measure of the two of us
You walk from cloud to cloud as if you were the rain
From enigma to enigma as if you were the only answer
You walk among glances as if you were a tear
You can't wait to see yourself as soul over the earth
For a nation of birds to appear under the ocean
(the cloud will be left exposed to the elements)
You are still looking for the time you lost to ecstasy
When you rubbed your ring and guessed the time
For love.

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