"No sé si soy clásico o romántico, dejar quisiera mi verso como deja el capitán su espada: famosa por la mano viril que la blandiera". Antonio Machado

26 noviembre 2014

So dressed, so naked.

Quintidí, 5º Frimarie CCXXIII

People who dress over their cloths.
People naked under their masks.
People dancing stupid songs
and eating words like lambs.

Waves striking over the beach of my knowledge,
testing the white sand of my hair,
sailing the ways of my History,
timing the watch against Lent.

I Bless yours teeth with my tongue,
I dream with your body myself,
trying to sharpening your live with the stone:
black pebbles of rain and melt.

My Soul is breathing hard
catching the stars and the Moon,
while you strike softly my heart
when I am between the grass and you.


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