do alone, yeah, what were euphemistically
alone there in the bottom of the vacuum
many things together create always
in the lounge bar where we
fashionable to speak of our souls, avoiding
with great delicacy
the usual props
-lakes, beaches, sunsets,
that seek new lovers!
do alone and what about in the crowd! Perfect
privacy, free from romances,
of swans and illusions, without further
landscape in the background that the rainbow of bottles of spirits and fine rain
-liners
O-
theater that white ties Descotes, eleven to twelve,
slowly kill another day. Distant
, a little distant from us
circumference
table stands, which command
world whose two sides are fatally
paragraphs,
and therefore, living
love that are stronger on earth
: a great love of antipodes.
By mutual agreement not to stumble in simple rhymes,
avert our eyes from the eyes:
you looking your cup, and his deep
-product from Brazil, and sugar-
future as it is impossible to see more clear by now,
and perhaps take away the dream, I, in my glass where bubbles
transparent, round, soda
I offer large amounts of hope in miniature, which absorbs drinks
slow.
And talk, talk like that in that perfect form of union
that the simulated indifference
closer to hug or kiss,
of our life and of his project in a vacuum
-steppe sea \u200b\u200bboundless eternity
come no sign-
as
who plans a trip through a land and all explored,
train schedules and maps at the hearing, seeking to meet
day after night with the names of cities and hotels.
speak of our souls, their agony,
as we talk about a business,
with sharp minds,
fleeing from the virgin forest where we live
looking for that solid asphalt calculations,
exact figures,
inventors of an arithmetic of souls to save us from error
future:
enamored of another cloud, plant in the desert,
or lying in the green meadow of smiling
a premature death. Any of these risks
could ruin, ruins
as an afternoon or a letter
to five years if it is not expected and deleted
an eclipse or leaving it closed.
You said, staring into the void,
slowly: "Yes, yes, if we calculate
my soul can withstand a weight
of thirty days each month, or at least
seven days a week, then. .. ".
(cross Waiters, dressed in white as
on bright blue floor that inadvertently
I remember the lake and the swans we fled.)
And I hear fingers
calculations
pencil eager to sign up on the heart that
in the smooth whiteness of the front
or a casual role, otherwise these figures
if the sum of which is that we either have to be
eternity, or shortly less. We
without looking. I look at the ceiling.
And suddenly breaking our covenant,
by higher order
feel that if there is suddenly a dawn sky
not abide more years in your life.
A sky, sky, sky! Only
sky I can write the balance of your love next to mine:
other surfaces do not serve me. And the waiter
you, that you send-
on there on the roof an electric dawn
with room for the entire target accounts.
I say
"It would be better ...". Another project, sighs or zeros, the air starts
so similar to the faint wisps of cigarette smoke
yours
that I do not know if I invented it or what you breathe out. Again I lost
:
(From a table next
rises a couple, are Venus and Apollo in disguise
of Abelard and Heloise, and for more hide
dressed the way of Paris.
Gone are speaking of you like in the dramas.
walk past a mirror and the world
are two more, two more, two more. Suddenly
I figure, all amazed,
that could be a couple
you and me, if you and I ... As I remember
which anticipates what you want,
that there, in paradise, there were two other
first, we started
separately or together, you and I, all
by a couple, and this unusual discovery
makes me bow my head because I'm going to give me
the old roof:
with our parents.)
You, to me, call me
. I return to the calculation, "said
if instead of waiting at the station or corner
Sixth Avenue, I was expecting some
within shell or forgot,
could go together to the bag
where
blue ghosts of the future days,
hoarders of those,
listed destinations, and play
safer buying the shares.
If you and I together
capital that we have treasured by dint of addends
extrañísimos:
rings, discs, tears and seals,
could be between the two,
holding nothing back for our old age,
giving everything ... " . There is a pause.
Neither dare to venture
desired figure or the other to compromise. A
of imminent world trembles at the bottom of souls, as
trembled the sea off Balboa
the eve of view. We looked at last.
An angel comes in through the revolving door
all tangled up with their own wings, feathers
and breaking awkwardly.
Angel of Annunciation. What we are incalculable
perches on
fronts and we receive it, hand in hand, kneeling.
There is nothing more to say.
so everything is already decided which direction when it starts.
climbed the ladder, she says,
to our astonishment, all that happened
undergrounds
as religions that are started. Outside there is a street
As before,
and some taxis that wait for their bodies. And paying
Charon
their mite to enter the boat that crosses the lagoon
pm
slowly.
across an alcove off the coast of death,
big hole will open the
where all calculations are abysmal.
Pedro Salinas. Take me too, I hope I will drinking while elusive murderer one day and your eyes thinking about that uncertain future. And speaking
this form of union in which the simulated indifference closer to hug or kiss . Talk, talk of the soul and agony.
Oh, and do the calculation
you please. To me those things never have given me well.
