Pains In My Hands After Drinking

JLBiezdma

SONG FOR THAT DAY

Here comes the time to release doves
in the middle of the streets with a statue.
going to give our time, from one moment to another
will ring bells. Look

the tender knots of trees exhaled

visible light recently opened.
mild tapes from cloud to cloud hanging. And

garlands on the chest of the sky, beating,
are like the air of the voice.
words will be said now. Hear.
heard the sound of footsteps and the beating of wings.

YESTERDAY MORNING, DE TODAY

is the rain on the sea.
In the open window, gazing
, rest
the temple on the glass. Image

few seconds, the backlight still
,
your body than even
of the night naked.

And you come back to me, smiling
. I think
how time has passed, and I appeal
well.

BACK

My memories were images,
at the moment, about yourself:
that
expression and nuance of the eyes, something soft

in the inflection of your voice and your yawning poachers

of greyhound has maldormido
night in my room.

Back, over the years,

to happiness - to see and remember
I have also changed.