No mistake – the more the dark descends
the more delicate, precious your lips become
‘But you didn’t ask me that!...’
‘I won’t leave you,
this is our life’
Because you cry with words
that tried to be sincere
The heart beating against the chest
like a robin against a window
that gives the hugest most generous
vision it can.
‘why are you leaning over the rail?
What can you see? You move away.
Did you ever think of that?
Watching her, head in hands
a survivor of tears
that will no more be cried
or that never were
‘Will I be happy’
slip into irrelevance
Look at greatness, cities
lights dried like tears by the dawn,
like on sleeping faces.
Lights that did not aspire to the repose
of the woods, to its dreams
and insecure tears inside the darkness
whose trembling did not aspire to the wind
We know what our question will be,
or rather we have the vague terror of being close
to someone who takes it as serious, when we laugh
unquestioningly, when we laugh.
Your heart is lodged in your body
like a stone in a river,
take it and hide it from the sun,
hurl it into the trees
where there are nests hidden away,
away from reason,
and it will be nothing.