Alone
At dawn
in the afternoon
all more serious than
death.
Here you fight
kill at knifepoint over
words.
There nobody knows
alone
with darkness
or clarity
eternally chasing
the origin of his
ashes.
My life is a love corpse
a heavy sky
obstacle.
[Original Spanish version published in Verbigracia, 4 November 2000]
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