Meeting
(halfway between earth and heaven)
without I knew I
the angel landed in the cup of my eyes
flying with broken wings,
brought in look glimpses of ancient light
words like love, pain, distress or utopia
fire broke the glass in your mouth,
and only voice, anarchic dawn in twilight
cried his grief
looked through his eyes
and saw a sky filled with clouds of coal ,
birds were dreams and desires
promises and longings
fleeing the storm into an abyss,
and lips
wilted wheat fields
presaged no bread each spring eternal
knew reborn
to see his white hands,
undefeated, foreboding ...
willing to write the life
whenever necessary,
and a mysterious aura that arose over the desire of his body,
concentric circles of evergreen music
stubborn in making all the stars,
blue impatiens
