The interloper incises through the broken glass,
The cowered shell of the ‘un- painted’ vase;
Please, set me free !!
What will the seamy phone say?
No exposition of the whimsical man’s way;
Let it be the slave;
I want to fly away!!
Of that devil’s kiss, let me break free,
I can’t be the possessed feminine you lust to see;
I am the bird, with wings of emotion,
Oh!! Let me fly away !!
Let the flute break into a thousand song;
Please for me, undo the right and re do the wrong;
For it gives me one more reason to hate myself;
Please let me fly away!!
If you seek for the exuberant soul, go to grave,
With chrysanthemums, she will wave;
For what can a dead heart think?
I rot in confusion!!
Even the petulant thorn cries to see the blood in rose,
Even the night soothes the magnolia in morose;
But not even a zombie can undo the stones;
My heart won’t cry !!
The fecund words want to sing;
I stop them, for the future they will bring;
They should be destroyed before the rhyme-love;
It is painful !!
Of that smile through the wind of the flute,
Of the baby talks, useless to be cute;
Of those univocal letters and the rhymes to come,
I wonder, do I still care?
Of that right, I die to deserve,
Of that future you never wished to preserve;
Of that highway which still seeks to burst;
Do I still care?
Of that patience through the light of the star,
Of that alluring wave, coming from the shores, so far;
Of tears and blood which bore my verses,
Is it more than just ‘care’?