I wanted to talk between the distances
of the silences, but your eyes were abandoned
in the space lost from the horrors of wars,
my fingers with awkwardly movementstried to open your eyelids sleepy
but only managed to remove dust
from the shelves.
I wanted to remember with the fragile
dance of the rain falling on the space
separating our domain,
was not the case, time does not leave time
cross your skin taut by the comings and goings
of that day, when the sun stopped beating
leaving its essence free to wander in the void
I wanted to remember when you gathered the
the taciturn snails in the midday
full of laughter,
but also at that time
the trees surrounding the house rocking
their branches dropping with the monotonous
cadence the dry leaves.
I wanted to see in the middle of the fountain
that covers your skin with wet steam
of the tired water hitting the rocks.
But you had disappeared with the dim light
that took down between
the shadows of the hills,
my eyes were not able to capture
your foot stamping in the mud
the vernacular rhythm of my drawings.
I wanted to get tangled in between the fuzzy tones
of my words, but these were not
able to cross the threshold of my teeth.