Homero Aridjis
When talking with silence
when you only have a string of Sundays
gray to give when you only have one empty bed
to share with you a desire
is not met and the bodies of this world
when I no longer sufficient
of Castilian words to say what I'm looking
when Voice is silent eyes and
motion when thrown away from me
fear to die of any death
when no longer has time to be me
no desire to be that I've never been
accounts where it is
bring eternity to an eternity of forgotten voices and
an eternity that I can not see or touch or encelarte
or kill when
myself and I answer
and no body has no day be yours
then I will love you forever.
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