Doubts?
How many gestures are necessary
to undress the sadness?
How many words?
How many nights?
How many abysses must I save
to love the poet?
Or is this silence only
to dress ourselves of death?
Or these hands are the gap
that we will never confront?
What gesture touches my body
in shades and frenzies?
What's the hunger?
Which arrow did sink on me
the poison and his secret?
to undress the sadness?
How many words?
How many nights?
How many abysses must I save
to love the poet?
Or is this silence only
to dress ourselves of death?
Or these hands are the gap
that we will never confront?
What gesture touches my body
in shades and frenzies?
What's the hunger?
Which arrow did sink on me
the poison and his secret?