A BRIEF BACKWATER

When somebody sobs in silence,
 the sea emerges from caverns of his chest,
 Murmuring frothy phrases imbued with life.
The rumor of gray cities
 will not be able to opaque them,
 Are so numerous, of so vast dimensions,
 that  they cross the line of time unseen.

 And I’m here on the edge
 With the sunset that burns my gloomy eyes,
 Looking for a sunken treasure
 in memory flooded with light .

 I weave my networks with distant voices
 that cry out  in Saturn.
 Its rare appearance
 make to explode the shadows of foreboding.

 While I ´m witness
 of the polymerized factory’s music,
 absorbed by the lethargy
 produced by machinery’s days.



A brief backwater