domingo, 16 de noviembre de 2014

I don't know how to love you...

I don't know how to love you without the sheaf,
without the mouth and the crying out voice
bleeding  as a tree without  roots:
death plunges into the sea as a fish

and deep, springing like a female deity
in the sky, shakes the salt words.
You caress my hair tenderly,
lacking of all solitude, mirroring offence.

Betrayed will remain love,
a ballast of defeated fear .
I'm sure you are back
onto the white moon and the blue ship

on you way to a blidfolded utopia telling you:
look at the ancestral honey eye
now that is still not too late.

             Andreu Torregrossa Morant

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