diumenge, 26 de febrer de 2017


I'm going to add the notches
cleft in the stone
to count the space between
dead hours
and pursue the hollow of those others ...
whose are living in the shade
of the open distances

And I will spy in the days ...
those many other empty distances
until to hear the disassemble words
when the crash the silence calms
and the helpless lips of absence ...
fall  sick of  language

©  Ophelia riu  2017

Cap comentari:

Publica un comentari a l'entrada