Moonlighting Hands







Some waves over there
Crossed lines on an indefinite horizon
I learned to throw words in silence to you
I throw you words away
The same that
Around my waist used to float as a buoy

Against renewed drownings
I hear them fall in your foam
And then I wait
The wire is taut, the wire is hard
The desire to grip it between my tenacious teeth
I measure you in terms of your confession

Do not let grow
Against transatlantic scaffolding
The bindweed of anticipation
Let me evaluate myself
Let me keep my secrets
The story is exuberant
My memory saturated

We will see
We will see one another
Probably to adopt us better
Without recognising one another
Condemned to be for ever taken by surprise
Let's undertake once more
The premises of babblings




February 2016