Dìas de Alejandra

There is a woman
Sister of the sky, the earth, and the sea
Delirium of nocturnal statues
Hard to love
Recruit of flower
Requires squeezes to breathe
Or at least a kiss
That doesn't want to leave her
And she has already found it
Learned to sing
The story of a bird
And a purple thought
And she has fallen in love.

There is a woman
Who made my wait a mortal dagger
And the wine turned into a potion
To cry
She undressed
Her body perhaps a stellar omen
Slept like extinct fauna
And drowned coral
But she would wake up
Like an animal
Fleeing to the jungle and the river
Which are her joy
The day surprised us.

There is a woman
Who lives apart from the path
And leaves a ghost that haunts
The one of patient love, like me
Of noble desire
She whispers in your ear that she is a pilgrim
And I, so naive, exclaim
What a better life
To walk traveling
Poor the singer
Builds a story, grinds it
And keeps inventing
Slowly committing suicide.

There is a woman
Who wakes violently from dreams
Noisy clock, trembling
End-of-month revelry
Hastening your steps
And facing the ascent I make the effort
And even though it's dark
The path is very clear
Moon eyes
Clay for feet
I would like a baby to roll
In such a soft cradle
Covered in mist.

There is a woman
Self-destructive, photographer, lover
Silent warrior, watcher of godless people
Like me
Of noble desire
Given and elusive, good walker
And a man neither good nor bad
Without saying goodbye
Words rain on him
Trees and lilies
And a weekend
That remembering it cramps
Days of Alejandra