Thursday, February 25, 2010

Alberto Rios

We live in secret cities
And travel unmapped roads.
We speak words between us that we recognize
But which can't be looked up.
They are our words
They come from very far inside our mouths.
You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
Inside us, and inside us
There go all the cars we have driven
And seen, there are all the people
We know and have known, there
Are all the places that are
But which used to be as well. This is where.
They went. they did not disappear.
We each take a piece
Through the eye and through the ear.
It's loud inside us, in there, and when we speak
In the outside world
We have to hope that some of that sound
Does not come out, that an arm
Not reach out
In place of a tongue.

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