Monday, January 6, 2014


A blue light emanates from the silence
we are an island
traveling in a labyrinth of a dream
bodies accustomed to the waves
that time leaves in its steps,
we are the echoes of what we see
the horizon that we desire
the stone of what we forget,
we are an island
and from our body
surges the silence that feeds 
the days.

Adrián, January 6, 2014
Translation by Nina Serrano
Image form the visual-poem performance "Overture", Somarts, San Francisco, January 4, 2014