The rain today made me remember the rain back then.
The rain in Spanish rhythms
on the lively continent.
The dawn has hidden its happiness
in your own universe,
far from all and me.
The awakening… forbidden, desired,
A long elocution, devout in its pain
has oozed on the soul’s and thought’s windows,
the body’s left with the frost silence of punctuation lacerated violins cords.
The clarinet eye who spied unfaithful
has lost its clairvoyant lens
in far too less elaborated lies.
Maybe the saxophone and the raucous voice
can bring back the future