Darkness bathes me, see me, telling me where I go, where I take refuge from the sun ...
Loneliness teaches me, I forge, I said everything I say.
And the hurricane in the morning, dispel my eyelids, I am blind ... why go out at night, I dress up lost shadow ...
(and drafts, his canvas of sounds, dragging their hooves in the morning, the breath of the trees, the breaking of the pavement, the distant cries of infants, rising to the dawn)
darkness lifts me, takes refuge at noon, tells me to shut up ... loneliness pressed me, bite me, disgust me, hate me, she loves me, I just ...
And the hurricane continues on its course infinite, there is nobody who can stop him, and then time just us all together ...
(drafts and smash with the echoes, faint and constant arpeggios, ghosts, almost forgotten).
Damian Mictlantecuhtli May 2009
