It is IN THE SILENCE that I find the answers
for each area, for each mutation and, grafting.
The depression can not interrupt the gestation
nor the lines of march, I am dark
and so I will stay until the end,
until hypothermia frightens the thoughts,
until the October blizzard
awakens the organism and obtains a place
in the line for warm hearts.
They will not know the antecedents of metamorphosis
and every morning, I’ll keep in mind the fruitless screams,
the equivocal voices, in my memory, today threatened
by pleasure and happiness.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
