(silent poem)

(...)

“Poesía se está, callada,

escuchando su propia voz.”

Martín Adán *

(1)

It opens

rises

I stop breathing for a moment

seems like a party

undefined color. 

(2)

It stops

lowers

I breathe again

seems like it’s another day but in the distance people celebrate

It’s not the end of the world.

(3)

It sleeps

floats

I hold my breath

wings of sand hair of illusions

the clock has forgotten to say goodbye and sing its sorrow.

* "Poetry is, silent,
hearing his own voice"
Martín Adán.

©Adrian (January 2011)

translation by Nina Serrano (April 2012)



-peace and poetry-