sábado, 2 de febrero de 2013


Remember me at the hiding place of your heart
when blood of hundreds of bones
open your skin to the past
when you crawl from other lips

or thousands o who knows millions
and your hands in secret search for mine
and you burp all your sacred words
wet in guilt and in alcohol wrapped.

Remember me at the cold dark night
when you desire other bodies
and other breasts feed your everyday life.
remember me at a closed sky

when the river goes up the hill
and the rumour of the wind
brings you as a wounded present
the suffering illusion of a dream.

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