Poem 14
remove a word from my mouth
and put it in your mouth
see that word slip on your lips and make fruit
sunrise or silence
you see why the mystery is the secret of the night?
feel that my voice can reach you
with his footsteps, echoes, beats fragile
snares of words
evade my mouth to your mouth
to blow a kiss
Poema 17
dream the future, expect
future
stop at a corner we do not know if there
delve into the memory of the soul
open passage between fragile blue
falling asleep on the universal platform
dicing with the cosmos
only
although I fear you will not find
