domingo, 7 de noviembre de 2010

Último naufragio: volver


Ganas tenía yo de volver a
Reir con tus tardes lentas
Alcanzar la garganta de tus penas desde tus lunas
Navegué siempre cosida a las olas de tu memoria
Anduve de ciudad en isla en lago, crucé el mar, allá
Donde nada, Granada, nada fue igual a tus
Atardeceres, y aún así, no te olvidaba

voicefull

Your voice is
The sound of your style
The song of your truth
The right noise that breaks the silence

Your voice is
The style of your sound
The truth of your song
Your right to break the silence

Your voice is
Your voice is more
Than all the things you never said

Your voice is
A willow tree rooted on water
The foam of the sea getting ashore

Your voice is
A cry, is a shout is a yawn that started
Fifteen deep blue years away

Your voice is,
Must have been, was,
should be, is being,
can be, might be,
Needs be, must be,
Will have to be, Will be

A far away kingdom in the sea
That starts in your mouth
And doesn't run out
Of fishes to feed from the palm of your hand,
Witches with immortal souls on sale,
Ships, weddings, charming princes
Air
And its own daughters

Your voice
Is more
Much more than this
Is the first contemplation of the sunset
And the next one, and the next one,
Please

Your voice is
When a fish's tail becomes two legs
Time
After time
After
Making love
Every time

Your voice is
A secret
Is
An offer
Is
A gift

Your voice is
What is waiting for you
Even before you can ever pronounce
The sounds
That lead to syllables
That lead to words
That lead to phrases
That lead to sentences
The sounds
That are true
Only because
You
Pronounce
Them

Your voice is
A mystery
Is sacred
Is a carpet of three hundred Knives
Pointing up in the ball-room of
Your discerning wisdom

Your voice is
An exclusive club
Of many voices
That can sign out
But never in

Your voice is
The barking of the dog
That freaked out your sister
Because it was
The first time she saw a dog

Your voice is
The salty water
That can heal your feet
The beauty of the false bride

Your voice is

Your voice is
What the blind eyes of the prince
Can't read into your eyes

Your voice is a lie
If you want it to be

It is early in the morning
Or late in the night
And yet

Your voice is
A waterfall of twinkling stars pouring
From between your legs
Sliding up a rainbow

Your voice is
A woman, is an immortal soul

Your voice is
A little mermaid
Is a virgin girl

Your voice is
A daughter of the air