Of the Fire of Days, poetryThese poems belong to the collection of poems: Del fuego de los días, published in a limited personal edition.
fountain
To the poet Servando Garcés F. †
A man facing the sea
dies with his heart in his hands
Snail lifter
rises from the depths
his hands are shaking
facing the sea there are no limits
one is a perennial habitant
a man by the sea is alone
visit his childhood
but the sea in front of man is rubble
blood and tears
life carrying so much death
a reddened look in the night
in front of the sea: the bodies, the crowd.
The words... march.
but a man in front of the sea holds
the heart and death.
Fountain
If you ask....
after Sunday I'll have gone to the
underworld
the sun rises from my delusions
Burn my traces
there's heat in my silence
If women come
Tell them I only come in at night... wounded.
I cross the threshold like the one that never comes.
rest, take a bath, breakfast
If they leave, don't say goodbye, or goodbye or see you later.
turn your back on them
I will never be seen with the necessary sobriety
If they come back, ask them about me.
because I've never been to any place
because I go back and forth to hell
If they come back.... open the door for them.
the arms
the dawn
the night if necessary.
