The last word

The body senses the thought
without yet understanding
what the eyes see.

Hidden nightfall
beside a landscape destroyed
by hands.

A serene river
between invisible walls
divides the city in two.

The last word.
One place for death
another for forgetting.

Without an identity
that ensures safety for
the last word.

The word of life
that your voice
late and without meaning.

The word of love
that you silence forever.
The word of destiny.

Translated by Sandra Kingery. Taken from the book “No es nada” (2008)

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