TRAVELER
Redemptive
breeze
imprisons my
space,
like raining
stars
as fragrant
words
at the crescent
moon,
salt conspires
about
your shooting
and lasting
existence.
Blue air flutter
about
your wet
vertices notes,
ascending
through
the tree’s
essence.
Guttural sounds
spotting
the horizon.
I sense you
among murmurs
of leaves
diluting
liquid shadows,
imaginary
pigeon’s pieces,
luminance music
of the dreams
we forge.
I find you,
wrong or right,
in haste;
in the rain’s
incessant voice.
Beautiful
traveler
of dreamed steps
and arms of
fire.
Drowned in
desire-scented
steam
I dusk upon
foreign oaks,
as touch
produced by
your path;
dark moor
of an old sky
reinvent
your word of
light,
the illusory
copulation
of language.
ABSENCE
You left
like rain
after destroying
the bare
countryside.
Below the leaves
your name
flying with the
wind
foreseen the
verse,
its useless
tessitura
upon the
unpropitious
yesterday.
I still don’t
understand
the seven
letters
building
your absence.
It’s not dark
yet…
And the language
of the sun
is no longer the
same.
CLEAR CONSCIENCE
Today I remain
silent
so I don’t
mistake
silence
with the void.
Absorbed I
admire your eyes,
clear awareness
that melts my
balance.
Crossing over
the barrier of
silence,
playing the
forbidden game.
Constellations
can not speak,
the universe,
can fall apart
today.
It’s require to
turn
my world upside
down.
But at this very
moment
your gaze
is all I have.
Author:
Alicia Minjarez Ramírez
Translation:
Alaric GutiérrezMexico
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