martes, 6 de marzo de 2012

Balsam

Balsam

When in the hospitals
The screams of pain arise
And they all move together
To break against the window

When the girls look at you
Those who live in the streets
Making their living in prostitution
Coming to your door but they don’t touch it.

When in each Abbey
After each question and answer
Implies to call on a time
The sight of novices starts the flight

They neither are lost
The features of your hands
When they look for the pills
Made up by milligrams

They don’t give up
The reality of fishermen
The crepuscular effort of the bricklayers
The smell of food prepared by some mothers

And however there is something
That without forgiving anything
Seems to reconcile everything
It exists without conscious demand
Making the mystery of expectation.

When the hand of two enemies
Are shaken under a false smile
And millions of people are involved in it
Without having the possibility to express

When the back is shown
To someone who yearned an embrace
Making the fingers of the victim
The blades that will tear the victimizer’s heart

When the most cherished
For being the most protected
Becomes eternally fragile
It ends broken by the action of cruelty
Tears aren’t forgotten
Those you poured by someone who lived
For whom you suffer, not his departure
But the impossibility to retain him

They aren’t lost under any excuse
The delivery of goats giving birth to twins
Or the water bordering the mountains
Accepting the fixed to change it

And anyway there is enough
Dismissing all controversy
Without postponing or canceling it
The pulse that matched another
The fact that never had been mutual mirrors.

Andrea

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