rafael perÉz
HARO, spain
Day 30
I defend in my trench
A mania,
A me that escapes me,
A very fragile me.
I hold on furiously
To the belief
(That I know is false),
Because nothing
insists on hugging me,
And I'm fast
Asleep in those arms.
Day 33
Ok:
I go blind,
I become deaf,
I become mute ..
Let me be pierced
By fierce wind,
I roll myself up into a ball,
At zero,
I protect myself,
I look askance at
The new time.
Day 38
I have arrows for fingers,
I have a bow in my arms,
I shoot
At the bottom of a water well
Arrows made of ice.
Day 39
I cross diagonally
To save time,
To walk less.
I save just
What I don't have,
I save quickly
The black air.
I run to get there
Before myself
Indoors.
Day 40