movements
In the leaves of the sweet soul
miracle of your hands.
affections fall apart as if love was just a crime.
shamelessness to not resign
spike late in the solitude of stolen fruit.
Today the shadow of death
It lies in the threshold of your door. In a ceremony
whip lashing runaway Vertigo
seed that clings to silence. Dime
Where the battles are bleeding? Silence
As a rough diamond in the light of silence
indivisible
expands to choose the beat
of hours sailing
sliding towards the direction of the crowds. Ventura
As spike upward mouth
sacred word and let your virtues pure
at the root of the alphabet
where the air does not expect anything as long as love gallops
in lines of wheat. Hours
birds have fled their sad wings on his chest toward the deep
fatigue
space for only find peace and refuge
flew up the sky breaking
fever triggering lightning. Maturity
the gift of water on which syllables drops
seduce the flower spray primer,
sap that collects the highest vocabulary
interior. Duplication
shadow precipitates to the ground before the wound
stalling the territory and as a beacon
dream, illusion,
leaves her singing in the twilight of the wind. Directions
The single rose opens to the morning
donating their spring seed
capricious thorns that hold hours of breaking the drunken wreck
flows that sustain the souls
islands. Rossana Arellano
