Pasadizo / Luis Enrique Belmonte

Passageway

The owls arrived.
In the blackest part of night,
when only bodies
hardly illuminate.

***

It was a macabre song
like the chipped tooth in the sink,
like the handcuffed man stumbling,
like the shoe in the ditch.

***

But the bodies kept
lighting the transit.
Bodies entwined,
bodies dreaming,
bodies with a hummingbird inside.

***

               A light
in the passageway wandered
by the living who got lost
chasing a strange aroma
and the dead who return
for a piece of bread.

***

The passageway,

the scream of the rooster,

the day’s sting,

the gleam of the new world
in your eyes that open.




Vendrá otra larga travesía (2006)




{ Luis Enrique Belmonte, Pasadizo. Poesía reunida 1994-2006, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 2009 }