Étiquette : Manuel Felipe Álvarez-Galeano

To their footsteps sing the banished

so the chances sleep

and our houses as if they have memory

chase us with their thirsty doors

and the ropes fastened to the crossbeam

but we know to renounce when smiles a path

we march with two odd socks for two left feet

it is so happy the exile when yells the conscience

and the stars with their grey glasses shred us

to teach us to flee

to flee?

it is even allowed to flee when even our names harass us?

it is even allowed to flee when we carry the vice of having born?

even of we call us Night and Longing

although the corpses we were play hopscotch in the ears

the go back always seduces us to die again

or to born in the boundary traced by a tear

To look the river made of time and water

and remember that the time is another river,

to know that we get lost like the river

and that the faces cross like the water

Jorge Luis Borges

Rivers are messengers

that carries the upheaval portrait of every face

uiums and whistles of the laundresses

down to the confluences of Bachué

knitting the veils that dress the sea

the more murky and corrupted the river

the less can knits the reflections

and get drown the transparent side

that traces the silhouette

on the steps of those lovers

that get kiss in the                             ridges

this music is a shout of rebellion

that the stones hoist

in homage to the fishes

slaughtered by the mercury

is the cry of hoarse elderly women

that don’t rest

till some kind of abandon

let them sleep in the                                      banks

some rivers are witness 

of human ignominy

they carry the obligation of hiding crimes evidences

and keep downhearted in the depths

silences of anonymous corpses

that lie a stone on the chest

and after the tireless pilgrimage

flow into the entrails

the water becomes in oracle

the frigates offers the shadow

to the spectral murmuring

of the shipwrecks

the ghosts become

in confidants

of

the

waves

and the sweating of fishermen

embraces with the tears of gods that die

in the oblivion

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