25/3, ii


vienen todos marchando
de blanco entre la niebla blanca
gris, quizás
entre montañas, yo
giro y abro grandes los ojos
me sorprendo
ya vienen, todos
los espero con flores
con escarcha
con una sonrisa

me miran, dos o tres
me agarran de los brazos
me arrastran
donde empieza una montaña,
entre rocas
me miran en silencio

de blanco, como la nieve de afuera
ojos claros
manos tibias!

me ponen contra la pared
sólo se acercan
me miran
me sostienen

la niebla empieza a entrar
me sueltan
me dejan caer, me atajan

me esperan todos afuera
días, horas? meses?
sin moverse

me decido a salir y todos los brazos se extienden

me pasan uno por uno
en un baile eterno, sin espacio
escucho el roce constante de tela blanca

toda mi piel conoce sus manos

al final camino
y caminan
en silencio y desde entonces
adonde mire ellos están
entre la niebla, o abrazándome
camuflándse sólo lo justo en el silencio
entre mis manos
entre las montañas.














25/3, iii

the music's still in my head
and all the words
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry
this seems everlasting

but i've been this lost before,
this is just another room
of the same house (million houses)

and i refuse to live here,
imagining mirrors
scared or tired of unseen reflections

consider this another stop,
another walk maybe
that will (because it will! in the end)
add up to the stars
go up and
stay down, i guess

enjoy threading words
if anything
enjoy seeing it as it is, i guess
while i burst into flames (no burn)

i refuse...
if you want to watch me then watch me
all the way through
all of the hours, the countless hours

the crushing dreams etc

the songs are still in my head,
all the words
i'm so sorry
all the noise

are my feet cold?
are my hands warm?

enjoy being still,
if anything

see me create fire

something new, maybe
nothing old
watch something dissolve

i don't need to remember
any more
because i know

in the meantime it's all wrong, but i know

there's already something gone,
though my eyes close
something falls into place every second
though the rest crumbles

all the noise

there is something gone,
i can almost hear it
feels like a satin ribbon slipping through my hand

enjoy being still,
if anytning

a quiet melody, almost new
a quiet beat
i don't remember it but i know how it goes

i've been lost before
take in the view
say something true