This sorrowdoes not belong to you it belongs to the air that evaporates to the light that shatters like glass You take to the street with the crossbow tensed against the chiaroscuro of the city beautifully wounded Running across the streets until the entire city disappears under your steps only shadows left And to the east the sea unattainable the rumour the tide the dark that murmurs the moon has fallen into the water Running through the night void of dreams looking for me on empty train platforms boats departing You run without finding me there is no one there except one man one man every man Walking raining the night settles into his eyes on his back he carries an entire village while in his hands bloom flowers fish He hides crouching down behind park trees waiting for infinity to open He sleeps surrounded by the echo of birds and sirens his boots covered in star dust And the visible resignation of those who have walked across constellations You run without finding me there is no one there except one man one man every man You want to cry with him for the newborns and bid farewell with laughter to the dead You want to remember every stone with your fingers and see the light nesting over the buildings I am sitting right here on the edge of the night contemplating that so other lost in the woods the brume It so happens that I believe in the clouds in their neatly written pages In the trees that carry a vessel in their womb sometimes I think I am a tree I see you running desolated among the men who sleep on the sidewalks like gardens drinking dew Exhausted you return home behind each door you open hides a moon The morning is an illegal child innocent who runs seduced by the cold air that lacerates the skin And quietly with the fallen night makes a star While you fall defeated over deserted sheets beside you lies down an adolescent wind just about to beget birds The astral solitude that you inhabit does not belong to you it belongs to me And even if my language is rain and your voice a river that carries the drowned we will trust one another like a child trusts another child and let go Anyone can grab the dawn but I improvising riding this poem bareback I can set the world on fire and reinvent it with words Under the bed I leave you my heart so that in it you may plough look for treasures bury your dead
