09.03.2015

 

I don’t know what I have

in my heart

I have sand

that slides

weighs

and stirs

shines

in the light that surprises it

freezes

in the obscure loneliness

that moves me

 

I don’t know what there is

in my heart

there is a river

made of words and images like the memory

a channel of sorrows without harbor

a shoal of fishes

that are not swimming

 

I don’t know what lives

in my heart

lives a corpse

that recites poems

and deceives himself

a cheerful and haughty cadaver

that lost his way to nothingness

 

El Matallana