Song of a voice
I love you
I can not talk to you, nor can make of the silence
a moment of lasting affection.
I can not talk to you, nor hear your voice
of indefinable groans.
I can not talk to you, nor say anything, nor look at you,
nor drown the memory of your absence.
The sadness to dips in my skin like a needle
my desires are hidden in the corners,
I know that beyond moons and mirages
you will weave a world of night without blankets.
Watch the light sing in the forest
and the moisture explodes, and rain lands
and I fall without you into a boundless depth,
and forget that the reason does not exist
and neither your hands,
I do not have your body where to lose myself.
I would like to kiss you,
That we loved ourselves filled of us
That he sky was just ours,
and repeat again and again,
I love you.
But I will do it away from you,
away from the desire to root me on,
and the seed will only be
an anxiety without response
-a breath of immortality
slowly going away
along a path full of dark-