Vis atavic





 Iubirea mea 

o  vază goală 

Apa 

Stătută

Nu conține 

Flori

Nici florile nu 

Mă

Conțin 

În frumusețea lor efemeră


----------Visul

Atavicul

Întunericul ce se hrănește din plămâni

Tu mă respiri

Tu

-----------visul

De ce plâng 

Am totul

De ce plâng

Am tot ce mi se oferă

Copilul nu se întreabă de ce plânge

El trăiește durerea 

Fără conștiință


-----------visul

Izbită de un perete 

Din care se decojește varul

În ochi se zbat pești

E o limită fragilă între violență și dragoste

Orice iubire e 

Suicidară


————————————————————

Mi amor

un jarrón vacío

El agua

estancado

No contiene

FLORA

Tampoco las flores

Me

Contiene

En su efímera belleza


----------el sueño

La oscuridad que se alimenta de los pulmones

Tu me respiras

usted

-----------el sueño


El niño no se pregunta por qué llora

El vive el dolor

Sin conciencia


-----------el sueño

una pared

De la cual se pela la lima

Los peces luchan en los ojos


Cualquier amor es

Suicidio


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